She’s Back, and Hell’s Coming with Her novel Chapter 79

The harshness of the world teaches you to grow up fast.

Every time she’d been bullied before, it always ended the same way: those kids would pin her down, force her to beg for mercy on her knees. She’d licked their shoes, barked like a dog—anything to appease them. Even though she was capable of fighting back, she never dared.

That was because of Sommer’s rules. “I like well-behaved children,” she used to say. Sabrina was terrified that if her parents got involved, it’d just make Sommer angry.

Each time she gave in, each time she stayed quiet, the bullies only grew bolder, their violence more unchecked.

Now, she was just collecting a little interest on what they owed her.

Ayla’s mom watched the other parents fawn over Samuel, bowing and scraping as they tried to smooth things over. It wasn’t hard to figure out—this man had far more clout than any of them.

She bit down on her temper, determined not to lose her cool. She wanted to see just who this Samuel was.

Samuel, always the gentleman, turned to speak with Kyson.

“Mr. Yeager,” he said, “this matter won’t be swept under the rug. My Sabrina was bullied by these children. I expect an apology—if not, I’ll take this to court.”

His gaze swept over the group of students. Each wore some kind of bruise or scrape.

When he finally got a good look at Sabrina, she seemed completely unscathed. Relief washed over him.

On the phone, Sabrina had only mentioned getting into a fight with classmates. Now, at the police station, the school had called for parents.

Sabrina had asked him to play the part. Just pretend. But whatever happened, don’t back down.

As if he’d ever back down.

Seeing the battered group of kids, Samuel couldn’t help but admire Sabrina’s grit. She’d taken on all of them by herself. That took guts.

No one wanted to cross Samuel—the most influential man in Port City. Soon, the other parents chimed in, eager to smooth things over. They all agreed to let the matter go.

Reconciliation. No one would press charges. Everyone would shake hands and move on. Someone even suggested they all go out for a meal together, to help the kids get along.

Mrs. Johnson watched her so-called allies cave, leaving her fuming and speechless. She couldn’t swallow her anger, but with no one backing her up, she stayed quiet.

Kyson, seeing everyone settle down, finally breathed a sigh of relief. This was the best possible outcome. God knew, when he first got the call that his students were fighting, he’d wanted to quit teaching for good.

They’d had a fight just that morning. Now, another brawl at noon—and it was the same group getting hurt, again and again.

The boys’ fathers were less diplomatic. They stormed over and smacked their sons, barking at them to apologize. In public, those boys might act tough, but when faced with their fathers’ anger, they wilted, muttering apologies with heads hung low.

With everyone apologizing, the tension finally began to ease.