His figure slowly merged with his younger self from three years ago. I got lost in the reverie. When I had just returned home one night, Courtney got some gangsters to stop me in the alley. The moment they laid their hands on me, I did not cry or shout. Instead, I sank my teeth into the leader's index finger and bit it off.After being hit and scolded by Courtney's biological mother, Helen Smith, for many years, I knew all too well that begging for mercy would not help. When I was thrown against the wall, a boy stood before me. He grabbed my hand and ran with me. "If you couldn't fight them, why didn't you shout for help?" He was like a moon that gently shone down on me. For the first time, I realized there was a third option besides taking the beatings and fighting back: asking for help. Hence, when Kyle asked if he could be my desk mate so I could tutor him, I agreed without any hesitation. His results improved, and everyone tried to guess the reason behind this weal
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