MAX
“P…ple…ase, do…don’t hurttt me,” I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper. I hated how I sounded, how the words trembled and broke apart in my throat, but I couldn’t help it. The fear always made it worse.
No matter how early I tried to get to school, they were always there, waiting like shadows I could never outrun. Four of them. Laughing, sneering and taunting.
They weren’t random bullies. Mary had sent them. They are her personal pack of hyenas, handpicked to torment me for reasons I still didn’t understand. Maybe because I existed. Maybe because I can’t fight back or simply because I was forced to exist in the same space as she did.
Yes, Mary is my sister, and I would do anything for her. At home, Mary was the perfect daughter, the golden child who could do no wrong, nobody
