Bully Me
Once back on the bus, she smiled as she saw Jenna had already sent her a friend request.
When she opened her inbox, there was a message from the lad who'd messaged her earlier—the one she'd forgotten all about.
There was no text, just a video.
Lexi knew what it was before she clicked play. She could clearly be seen in the background of the shot, standing like a drunk mannequin behind the violent beating on that kitchen floor.
'Damn it, this is bad.'