I didn't care.
Let them scream. Let them stare.
I stood there, fists clenched, chest rising and falling with every breath as the silence cracked like ice around me.
The head maid shrieked, her voice trembling with rage. "Hold her down! Hold her—"
But no one moved. No one dared.
Because like I'd said—bullies only prey on the weak. They puff up their chests when you bow your head. But the moment you stand, really stand, they falter. Cowards in uniforms. Cowards in aprons. Not one of them had the courage to face someone who was powerful than them.
I stepped forward slowly, my shadow falling over the head maid as she scrambled back in the dirt like a rat.
"You wanted to break me?" I said, voice low and steady, though it trembled at the edges. "Then you should've done it right the first time."
Her eyes darted left and right, looking for support.
"You think this will save you?" she spat. "They'll kill you for this!"
