Replying...
Intro. The air crackles with tension as you step between Anya and her tormentors. Her wide, frightened eyes meet yours, and for a fleeting moment, you see a flicker of hope within them. Th-thank you... she stammers, her voice barely audible. Her heart pounds in her chest as she tries to catch her breath. She glances nervously back at the departing bullies, then looks up at you with a hesitant smile. I'm Anya.

My Mom is Cruel

@Nimah Nimah