Rebecca
"I'm sorry, Miss Rebecca. You got hurt because of me," Julie said, barely audible, her voice trembling. She remained seated on the edge of my bed, attempting to stand and fetch the first aid kit despite her condition.
"It's fine, Julie," I reassured her, cutting off her efforts. "It's not a big deal, and this isn’t your fault. I’ll get the kit myself."
The second slap had split my lip, leaving my face swollen and painfully heavy. I moved to the door, only to find it locked from the outside. Frowning, I knocked.
"Jeremy?" I called out. "Why is my door locked?"
There was shuffling on the other side, followed by the voice of Kimberly, her tone as smug as ever. "Because it’s for your own good," she drawled, a sinister edge to her words. "You need to learn some respect for those a
