Bully the Bullies

My sister Krista Rogers was bullied into a vegetative state.

The parents of the bullies threw a check at me, pressuring me to settle privately.

They said, "If your sister weren't in such a miserable state, you wouldn't even have the chance to have this wealth.

I sneered.

Little did they know that by provoking me, they had unleashed a fury that would make their brats pay dearly

Once I let my darker side take over, there will be no mercy for them.

"Tatiana, please come back quickly, something's happened to Krista."

Upon receiving the call from Krista's classmate, Dora Hopkins, I rushed back home from miles away.

When the doctor uttered the word "vegetative, " despair nearly overwhelmed me.

The last time I saw Krista, she was full of life; how could she end up like this?

The teacher hesitantly stammered that Krista had accidentally fallen down the stairs.

I didn't believe it. I lifted her clothes and saw new and old bruises overlapping, not a single patch of unblemished skin.

I realized Krista had been bullied, and it was clearly not a one-time incident.

The school refused to let me check the surveillance footage, and Krista's classmates remained tight-lipped.

The principal avoided meeting me, but Dora managed to find out his home address and took me there to confront him.

I threatened to call the police, and only then did the principal arrange for the bullies' parents to meet me.

"In my opinion, " the principal said, "it's better to just let them pay some compensation. Making a big deal out of this won't do anyone any good!"

"If it were your daughter lying in the hospital, could you just let it go?"

I clenched my fists in anger.

Krista's life hung in the balance, her bright future crushed by a group of brats.

How could that happen to my little angel!

The parents were all arrogant, looking at me as if I were a pitiful beggar.

Leading them was Kathy Blake's father.

He tossed a check at me.

"It's just kids' game, and you're trying to blackmail us with this? Here's your check! Considering you're orphans, take this two hundred thousand dollars and stop making a fuss!"

Someone chimed in, "What are you waiting for? Take it and get lost! Your sister must be incredibly fragile to end up in such a state from just a little shove. Guess she finally made herself worthy."

The other one added, "Vegetative state? I bet she's just faking it with the doctor. Once she hears about the money, she'll probably jump out of bed."

They mocked us with blatant malice.

Seeing I wouldn't pick up the check from the floor, the principal stepped in to mediate, quietly urging me to take the money.

The parents hurled insults at Krista, full of annoyance.

As if Krista was the troublemaker!

Whoever said the world was full of love and sunshine clearly hadn't seen this side of it.

I wanted to throw the check back in their faces, but I had just started working and had no money to save Krista.

Compared to her life, pride was insignificant.

With trembling hands, I picked up the check from the floor, memorizing each of their faces.

They gave me a disdainful look and finally left.

In the following week, the hospital issued three critical condition notices.

That check wasn't as much as they said, far from enough!

I went to Kathy's father's company to find him, but he avoided me, only sending a message through his secretary that he had already paid his share and I should ask the other parents for money this time.

I first went to another bully, Annie Tucker's house.

Annie opened the door, and as soon as I explained my purpose, she grabbed a stick from behind the door and hit me on the head.

"Fuck off! Krista would be better off not causing trouble anymore! If you come again, I'll kill you! "

Thick liquid trickled down from my forehead. I wiped it away, revealing a glaring red, throbbing pain.

She really hit hard!

Someone called her name from inside, asking who was at the door.

She glanced at me with disdain and said, "A filthy beggar! A really disgusting one!"

With that, she slammed the door shut.

No one answered when I knocked again.

I considered calling the police, but Annie was young, and the police would at best scold her and make her apologize, which wouldn't help at all.

I went to a nearby clinic for a quick bandage and then headed to the last one of the bully, Rylan Brook's house.

This time, Dora accompanied me.

Seeing my injury, she cried with sympathy.

Rylan's parents were my only hope.

I had made up my mind, ready to kneel or even be beaten half to death, as long as they were willing to pay to save Krista, I didn't care.

As Krista's sister, I wished they would all go to hell, but I needed the money!

Rylan's parents politely invited me in.

Their mansion in the city center was lavish and absurdly large.

As soon as I mentioned needing two hundred thousand, Rylan's father turned hostile.

"Two hundred thousand dollars? Are you kidding? Why not ask for two billion? Don't think we're scared of you just because of your sister!"