"Is this how you bully Carly at home?!"
My eyes widened in disbelief as I stared at him. What was he talking about? I hadn't bullied anyone! I opened my mouth to protest, but before I could get a word out, he grabbed my arms, his grip tight. I opened my mouth to protest, but before I could get a word out, he grabbed my arms, his grip tight.
"Answer me! Why would you bully Carly?" Hayden roared, his voice shaking with rage.
"Let go of me!" I tried to pull away, but he held on tight.
I looked over at Carly, hoping she would say something - anything - to defend me. Even though I knew it wasn't even possible, she was the least likely person to defend me.
I don't remember when Carly fell in love with games like this - playing the victimized Cinderella. Especially in front of the much-loved
