“The boy’s mother and sister came to plead with her, and Penelope beat them up. It’s just gone too far.”
On the other end of the line, Mr. David Anderson was silent for a moment. Then he asked Mrs. Sullivan to give the phone to Penelope.
“David, please talk to her. She can’t be so cruel. She has to remember the history our families share.”
With that final jab, she handed the phone over.
Penelope took a deep breath before looking at her father’s face on the screen. His hair seemed whiter, his face thinner.
“Penelope, I know you’re not the person she’s describing. I’m sure you have your reasons,” he said gently. “But where you can show mercy, you should.”
“Okay, Dad. I’ll do as you say,” she agreed immediately.
“Your brother has always been stubborn. You…”
“It’s fine. I’ll just have to beat it out of him next time I see him. He’ll learn not to defy me.”
Mr. Anderson smiled warmly. “That’s my girl. You beat him, and I’ll cheer you on.”
After ending the call on a positive note, Penelope’s expression turned to stone. She raised the phone high and smashed it onto the pavement. It shattered into a dozen pieces.
Mrs. Sullivan gasped. “You have absolutely no manners!”
“You’re right, I don’t,” Penelope snarled. “But if you ever dare to call my father again and upset him, I’ll do more than just smash your phone.”
“What… what would you do?”
“I will kill you.”
“…”
From anyone else, it would be a threat. From Penelope, it was a promise. She had a volatile temper and a dark streak, and more importantly, the will to follow through.
Penelope did as she promised and called the school, informing them that she would not be pressing the matter further. The administration breathed a collective sigh of relief.
That should have been the end of it. But that evening, Colin and a group of local thugs cornered Timothy after work.
It was the skater kid who called to tell her. She had no idea how he got her number.
“How is Timothy now?” she asked urgently.
“He’s got a few scrapes, but he’s okay. He already went to his shift at the restaurant.”
“That little bastard. He actually dared to go after my brother again.”
“You want revenge for your brother? With what army? You and that little girl?”
“Who are you calling a girl?!” the skater kid yelled, jumping up and down in anger.
Penelope smirked. “Scared?”
“I’m scared you two are going to end up crying for your mommies.”
“We’ll see who’s crying.”
Colin grinned, gesturing to his ‘brothers.’ “Boys, rough ‘em up good. Make them beg for mercy. Drinks are on me tonight!”
The thugs took one look at Penelope, a lone woman, and the skinny kid behind her, and dismissed them completely.
“Five minutes, tops. They’ll be on their knees.”
They charged forward. Penelope tightened her grip on the bat.
The skater kid swallowed hard. “Penny, I had no idea you were this crazy.”
One woman against a gang? Where did she get this confidence?

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