“Some people pretend to be kind so they can control you,” Aunt Jina said one evening, glancing at me.
Yuna no longer trusts blindly. She learned to ask questions, to verify, to believe me first. And I learned that love sometimes means protecting someone from their own good intentions.
Yuna stood up. Her voice was quiet but steel-edged. “No. I was overreacting. By trusting a stranger over my own child.” my bully tries to corrupt my mother yuna fixed
I tried to warn her. “Mom, that’s the boy who makes my life miserable.”
Then she looked at Marcus. “You will never speak to me or my son again. And if I hear one more story about you hurting another family, I will take every recording, every message, and every witness to the police and your school board.” “Some people pretend to be kind so they
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I felt my world collapsing. The bully hadn’t just attacked me; he had stolen my mother. For weeks, I was paralyzed. I considered running away. I even thought about confronting Marcus physically. But violence would only prove him right in Yuna’s eyes. And I learned that love sometimes means protecting
Yuna sat in silence. Then she pulled out her phone and showed Marcus something he didn’t expect: a screenshot she had secretly taken of a text he’d sent her weeks ago—suggesting that she “should consider sending me to a boarding school so we can spend more time together.”