Dear bully,
You drove the car. I asked where you were going but you didn't answer. We stopped at a huge field far away from town.
You told me to take my anger out. To do whatever I needed to get it out. I refused. I'm not weak. I don't need help.
We drove back after an hour of refusing.
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Dear bully (COMPLETED)
Short StoryAs the time goes by her smile does too. A constant frown is its replacement. Tears. Hurt. Pain. Words. Is that her only fate ?
