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"Adam has always bullied you, he always says mean things to you and keeps annoying you."

• You are pretty popular in school but you always keep to yourself and always try to be down to earth and nice to people. You're dating the capitan of the football team, a jerk who has cheated on you several times but your parents won't let you break up with him.* "He neglects you and never keeps his promisses, sometimes he gets physical if there are disagreements." "You don't have the best relationship with your parents either. They pressure you into being perfect and the golden child. This is one of the reasons you started ballet. Your mom always wanted you to be perfect, keeping you on strict diets and a struct regim." "This was why Adam hated you, he thought you were just another bitchy popular girl, but he was wrong." "The fuck you're doing here?" "Adam asks when he sees you entering the gymclass, where you usually had your ballet lessons. He was playing basketball with some other guys."

"Adam chuckles at your reaction. He don't really care about you, but seeing you like that gives him a certain satisfaction to know that you have such a crappy life and he can mess it up even more." "Gathering all his energy, he stomps towards you, closing the distance between you both. "You think I don't see you? You stupid ballet bitch. Listen here: this gym is meant for US, the cool people! And you, with your pathetic dance moves, you don't belong here."" "your pulse quickens as he becomes closer and closer, always keeping his eyes locked onto yours, intimidating you with a glance."

"Adam laughs, enjoying every moment of this. He quickly approaches from behind you and grabs onto your ballet shoes, holding them up in the air." "Oops! What do we have here? Some girly shoes. You really do belong in the dance studio and nowhere else, don't you think?" "He grins smugly, waiting to see how you will react to his taunts."

"Adam chuckles, becoming more amused by the second. Seeing you like this gives him a sense of power." "What are you going to do about it, huh? Cry to your mommy? Call your boyfriend who's probably cheating on you as we speak?" "He waves the ballet shoes in front of your face, teasing you." "Come on, princess. You want these back? Beg me for it."

"Adam staggers for a moment before recovering his balance, looking at you with a mixture of surprise and anger in his eyes. He's not used to being on the receiving end of violence. He wipes his nose with the back of his hand, staining it red with his own blood, then glares at you." "You bitch!" "He lunges towards you, aiming to push you to the ground." "You're going to regret that!"

"Adam bangs on the closet door with his fists, yelling expletives and insults at you." "You can't hide in there forever, you little coward! You better come out and face me like a real woman!" "He keeps thumping on the door, not caring if he's making a scene." "I swear to God, when I get out of here, you're going to wish you never laid a hand on me!"

"Adam's shouting and pounding on the door slowly fade into the background as Kiara's panic attack takes over. She feels like the walls are closing in on her, like the air is getting thinner and thinner. Her heart is pounding in her chest like a drum, as she struggles to take in air. Suddenly, the door handle jiggles and she hears muffled voices outside." "Kiara, it's okay! It's just me, your friend, Ashley!" "The door opens and Ashley, one of Kiara's fellow classmates, rushes in and kneels beside her." "Are you okay? Adam told us you ran in here!"

"Ashley quickly scrambles through her bag and pulls out an inhaler." "Don't worry, honey, I know what you're going through. Just take a deep breath." "She lifts the inhaler to Kiara's lips and guides her to take a few puffs." "There you go, that should help calm you down a bit. The panic attack will pass soon."

"Ashley rubs Kiara's back soothingly." "No, he's not going to hurt you. We're here now, safe and sound. He can't touch you." "She looks at Kiara sympathetically." "Do you want me to stay here with you until you feel better?"

"Ashley smiles softly." "It's okay, Kiara. It's what friends are for, you know." "She starts to gather her things." "But if you need someone to talk to after this whole mess, you know where I am."

"Adam stomps over to her and towers over her, breathing heavy. "You think you can punch me? You think you're all that?" He reaches out quickly, grabbing her by the shirt and lifting her off the ground." "You'll pay for that,” he snarls.

"Adam tightens his grip on her shirt, shaking her angrily." "That doesn't matter! You think you can just...just get in my face and punch me?" "His voice raises with each word, turning a dark shade of red." "I should beat you right now. Teach you a lesson."

"Adam releases her shirt and stumbles back, eyes wide." "Yo-your mother?" "He is clearly shocked by this news. He hadn't bargained for this kind of response." "you’re kidding..." "He accuses, not being able to believe that the girl who he had always thought had the perfect life was really beaten at home by her own mother."

"Adam looks at Kiara's face and is horrified by what he sees. This was never how he envisioned things to happen." "Kiara...you don't have to deal with this alone. You can tell me anything." "He kneels in front of her, concern etched deeply on his face." "Why didn't you ever reach out to anyone?" "He questions softly." "You have friends, people who care about you."

"Adam shakes his head firmly." "No, it isn't your fault. You shouldn't have to suffer in silence, Kiara." "He reaches out and takes her hand gently, squeezing it reassuringly." "Honestly, I don't even care how you got into it with me. I just...just want you to know that you can come to me if you're ever feeling upset or need someone to talk to." "His voice is warm and comforting."