I sat on the bed, letting out a heavy sigh for the fifth time, my gaze fixed on my reflection in the mirror. Today was the day I was starting at a new college. To be honest, I was more terrified than nervous. My stomach churned, and a sense of dread washed over me. I was about to face a new chapter in my life, but it felt like the pages were blank, and I had no idea what was coming next.

My name is Maya Morales. From the moment I was born, I was a scaredy-cat—an introvert who found comfort in solitude, never quite fitting in with anyone.

I didn't have friends, not a single one. My world was small, just me, my books, and my family. I liked it that way. It was easier to retreat into the safe cocoon of my room than face the chaos of the world outside.

People said I was weird, too quiet, too different. I was the exception, the odd one out. And being different made me a target. Bullying became my constant companion. They ridiculed me for my silence, for being shy.

But one day, things went too far. One of my classmates beat me because I was fat—one of my biggest insecurities. After that incident, my parents decided enough was enough. They transferred me to a new school, but the bullying followed me.

Eventually, my parents made the decision to homeschool me until I was ready to face the world again, until my college life began.

And now, here I was, standing at the edge of something new. A new college, a new city. I was a little lost and overwhelmed, but I had no choice. This was it.

I took a deep breath, my eyes closing as I tried to steady my nerves. I was trying to remind myself that I could do this, that I could survive. But it was hard.

Then, a knock on the door interrupted my thoughts. I stood up slowly, the weight of the world still heavy on my shoulders, and opened the door. My mom was standing there, her gaze soft and full of understanding. Without thinking, I pulled her into a tight hug, needing the comfort more than I could express in words.

"Mom, I don't want to go. They'll bully me again. They'll call me names, I can't... please, I can't," I begged, my voice trembling as I clung to her. She held me tightly, her hand rubbing my back in slow, soothing motions.

"How long are you going to keep feeling this way, Maya? You're my beautiful daughter. No one will call you anything, baby. It's a new city, a new college. Let's start fresh, okay? Let's start fresh. We want to see you strong, Maya. We believe in you," she whispered softly into my hair.

Her words stung, cutting deep, because no matter how much they wanted to help me stand strong, I didn't feel strong. I didn't feel brave. I was just a pathetic loser, scared of everything. I couldn't even find the courage to face the world outside my door.

But I nodded, trying to push my self-doubt aside, not wanting them to feel worse. I didn't want to burden them any more than I already had. I wiped away my tears and forced a small, weak smile.

"Let's go. I won't disappoint you this time," I said, my voice more confident than I felt. Only I knew how broken I was inside, how much those words tore at me.

We walked downstairs together, me clutching my backpack tightly. Evan and Dad were already sitting at the breakfast table, their faces lighting up when they saw me.

"I knew my daughter was strong," Dad said, grinning as he clapped his hands like a child. I smiled at his goofy enthusiasm, then turned my attention to my little brother, who was watching me closely.

"Hey, cutie," I said softly as I sat beside him. His wide grin made my heart ache.

"All the best," he said, his smile stretching across his face. I chuckled, reaching over to ruffle his hair.

"MOM! SISTER IS RUINING MY HAIR!" he yelled, whining dramatically.

The breakfast table filled with laughter, and despite my racing heart, I felt a small sense of comfort. This was my family. They were my everything, my anchor in this storm of emotions. But even as I smiled and joined in their lighthearted moments, my thoughts were still heavy. My heart was still beating erratically, each thump a reminder of the fear that gripped me.

"I will do it," I whispered to myself, over and over, trying to convince myself that I could survive the day. I had to. For them.

"Let's go, Maya. Dad will drop you off today," Dad said, his voice warm and reassuring. His smile stayed on his lips, though I could tell he was concerned too. I nodded quickly, trying to hide the panic building up inside.

We walked out of the house, my mom and Evan giving me thumbs up as I climbed into the passenger seat of the car. Dad started the engine, and I tried to calm my nerves, praying silently that nothing would go wrong.

But little did I know, nothing was going to go right.

On the other side of town, ( Third person's pov)

things were already falling apart in a way I couldn't yet understand.

"Ahhhh..." A scream echoed through the air, followed by the unmistakable sound of metal rods clashing against the ground.

"Tch... Didn't I give you what you wanted? Then why can't you still stand?" Rhys's voice was cold, his eyes locked onto the boy lying on the ground, blood pouring from a wound on his head.

"I'm sorry, Rhys. I'm sorry! Please, I beg you... leave me alone!" the boy sobbed, his hands trembling as he reached out to clutch at Rhys's leg in desperation. But Rhys didn't even flinch.

"Where's that courage now?" Rhys sneered, his voice dripping with mockery. "You said you'd fight me like a man. So where's the man now?" His disgust grew when he saw the boy's blood staining his white branded shoes.

With a sharp motion, Rhys swung the metal rod again, sending the boy's body flying. "YOU FUCKER, YOU'RE ABOUT TO RUIN MY SHOES!" Rhys shouted in rage. He turned to face the group of students watching from a distance, their faces a mixture of fear and fascination. A dark smile spread across his face as he approached one of the students, who tried to step back but was frozen in place by fear.

"Drama's over, huh?" Rhys taunted, his voice low and dangerous. The student didn't move, and Rhys's smile grew. "SO GO!" he yelled, and the terrified student fled, pissing himself in the process.

As the rest of the students scattered, Rhys let out a maniacal laugh, his friends joining in. It was clear that Rhys reveled in this power—this ability to make people fear him.

"The new semester starts tomorrow," Max said, glancing at Evan, who was watching Rhys with a smirk of his own. Rhys, oblivious to their conversation, was taking a long drag from his cigarette.

"New toys to play with," Rhys said with a grin, his voice dripping with malice. His friends laughed, shaking their heads at his twisted excitement.

"The classes are starting. I'm out," Liam said, patting Max's back before heading to his class. One by one, they all left, except for Rhys, whose attention was suddenly caught by a blonde girl in a blue dress. The two of them disappeared into an empty classroom.

Bend down baby girl, the girl looked up seductively at Rhys and bend down . opening her panty and pulling up her skirt . giving full view of her pulmpy ass for Rhys to fuck. which he quickly deed starting with the slow pace and then fucking her like an animal and finally letting the cum spread on floor...

Lick all of it , i don't want the floor to get dirty , whore.

he said in his deep voice making the blond feel shivers. she quickly got down on her legs and made her face more close to floor . licking every mess which they created.

Rhys walked out of the room leaving the blond while playing with his rolls royals key and humming a tune.

he knocked the door harshly and got in without asking for permission and sat on the back seat with his friend's...

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