In Love With My Bully
“You remember Sierra?”
I froze, the hairbrush paused in mid-stroke. Of course, I remembered Sierra. The memories of high school were a tangled mess, and Sierra had been a central figure in those years. She was one of the girls who made my teenage life miserable—not through physical harm, but through words sharp enough to cut deep. Words that had haunted me long after high school ended. Thankfully, my mother and sister had always kept my self-esteem grounded, sparing me from the worst of it.
“Yes, one of the girls who bullied me,” I replied, my voice sharper than I intended. “I remember.”