My Fiery Mate

with the weight of the day's events, she spotted W

maintain a calm composure despite the hammering of her heart. "Willow, can I talk to

ion indifferent. "What do you want?" she r

. I don't understand why you hate me so much," she began, her voice barely a

"Because it's fun, Lireal. It's fun to see you suffe

r voice barely above a whisper

hat's coming to you. I hate you, and I'll make sure you're miserable for the rest of your miserable

n her eyes as she struggled to maintain her composure. She wanted to run away, to find somewhere where she could be alone and away from the constant

aunts and whispers of her classmates. She felt as though a dark cloud had settled over her, obscuring any glimpse of happiness or hope t

ered when the classroom door burst open, and

oom. Everyone turned to look at her, and Lireal felt a mixture of fear and anger surge thr

with a smirk. "By all means, Willow," she said, her ton

rching for a friendly face, but everyone seemed to be either ignoring her or looking away. She felt a lump for

's arm, her nails digging into her skin. Lireal winced in pain, but dared n

he tiled floor. Before she could regain her balance, Willow grabbed a fistful of Lireal's hair, yanking her head back with

ughed, her breath hot against Lireal's ear. Willow dragged Lireal's head into the filthy toilet bowl, forcing

she thought she was about to pass out, she felt a sharp pain in her ribs as Willow kicked her. She gasped for breath, coughing up w

really enjoy seeing you like this. So pathetic and desperate for help. It's really quite amusing. But you know what? I'm feelin