When I was five, I personally dismembered the little parrot my parents gave me. They treated me like a monster and decided to have another kid, hoping for a better outcome. Later, my younger sister was born, and from then on, I had an unshakable little shadow trailing after me. She always called me "big sister" in a sweet voice and shared half of everything she loved with me. With her by my side, I hid my true self and put on the disguise of a well-behaved child. It wasn't until my sister was rushed to the ICU for emergency resuscitation that I learned she had been severely bullied at school. When the incident blew up, all we got from the bullies were flippant, smirking apologies. "I’m sorry. I’ll do it again next time." Hehe, since they dared to do it again, I decided there was no need for me to hold back either. 1 When my sister was brought into the hospital, her face was beaten so badly it was deformed. She had countless scars and bruises all over her body, and the bleeding from her lower half wouldn't stop. The sister who had enthusiastically greeted me just this morning... ...was now lying on a stretcher, clinging to life by a thread. "The patient is severely injured. We need to operate immediately. The parents need to sign this right now." My dad, with his arm around my mom who was on the verge of passing out from crying, silently signed the surgical consent form. From my angle, I could clearly see his hand trembling as he held the pen. "Doctor, will my daughter be okay?" The doctor's expression was grave. "Her injuries are extensive. Her lower abdomen was penetrated by a wooden stick, and removing it could cause massive hemorrhaging." "Please... you have to save her." "I will do absolutely everything in my power." The surgery lasted for eight agonizing hours before the red light above the operating room finally went off. The doctor came out and pulled down his mask. "The surgery was a success, but the patient is not out of the woods yet. She needs to be monitored in the ICU for a few days." My sister was wheeled into the Intensive Care Unit. We could only watch through the glass as she lay there, covered in tubes, completely devoid of her usual vibrancy. My dad sat on a bench in the hospital corridor. My mom's eyes were swollen from crying. My dad smoked a cigarette in silence. The police quickly obtained the results of their investigation. During the third period PE class that morning, school security cameras caught a group of students dragging my sister into a restroom. On her phone, which had its deleted data recovered, they found a video. In the video, my sister was being held up by her arms. The girl leading the group walked up and slapped her hard across the face. My sister's cheek swelled up instantly. My sister looked at her with red eyes: "Why are you doing this to me?" The lead girl grabbed her hair and slammed her head against the wall. "Why? You have the f**ing nerve to ask why? You act like a slt and try to seduce Tyler every day, do you think I'm blind?!" My sister, dizzy and seeing stars, desperately tried to explain that she hadn't. But the group wouldn't let her go. Someone kicked her hard in the stomach. As she hunched over in pain, another foot stomped heavily on her back. With a heavy thud, she was forced to her knees. Crisp, malicious laughter echoed from the video. "B*tch, how dare you try to hook up with Tyler!" "Strip her! Doesn't she like acting like a sl*t? Let's give her a reason to!" Panic-stricken, my sister struggled fiercely but couldn't escape the mob beating her. Soon, her clothes were torn into shreds. She hurriedly tried to cover herself with her arms, but several girls rushed forward and yanked them away. They subjected her to a barrage of punches and kicks. Amidst the shaky camera footage, someone chimed in, "Hey Mia, since she's so itchy for it, why don't we help her scratch that itch!" The girl called Mia scoffed lightly, seeming very pleased with the suggestion. A sycophant grabbed a mop from nearby and handed it to Mia. "Hold her down for me." My sister looked at her in sheer terror. "What are you going to d—" A bloodcurdling scream pierced the air, the phone clattered to the floor, and the video abruptly ended. 2 "How could they..." My mom covered her mouth, sobbing uncontrollably. She simply couldn't believe her daughter had endured something so horrific. My dad gripped his phone tightly. "Officers, I want to press charges. I want them to rot in prison!" The police officer looked uncomfortable. "I understand how you're feeling right now, but they are all under twelve years old. We will do our best to help you secure maximum compensation..." "Compensation?! My daughter was beaten half to death by them, will compensation make her better?!" My father, who had always been meek, finally couldn't hold back his rage. His daughter had been beaten into the ICU, and now they were talking about a settlement? How could he possibly swallow this?! Soon after, I saw them at the police precinct. Because the incident had blown up, the police called us in for a mediation meeting. Six little monsters, roughly my sister's age, sat there chewing bubblegum, looking completely unfazed. Their parents sat next to them. Instead of apologizing, they immediately started pointing fingers. "Isn't this just kids messing around? Why make such a big deal out of it and bring us to the police station?" "Are you going to take responsibility for delaying our kids' studies?" "Exactly! We're very busy with work. Dragging us here over such a trivial matter, isn't that going too far?" The homeroom teacher tried to gently persuade them to calm down and talk reasonably, but their voices only grew louder. The officer who brought us in slammed his hand hard on the table, and the room finally quieted down. "We called you here today to discuss the bullying incident involving Emma. You need to apologize and provide compensation." Although this was just a mediation session, it was still at the police station, and an officer was taking notes. My mom stayed at the hospital with my sister, so I accompanied my dad today. From the moment they walked in, my dad hadn't said a single word. He just sat there, quietly staring at these people. His eyes were completely devoid of warmth, as if he were looking at a pile of dead objects. Regarding the bullying, the girls admitted to it right then and there. "Yeah, we beat her up, so what? Who told her to act like a b*tch?" I recognized that voice perfectly. The little monsters called her Mia. Her full name was Mia Johnson. The video only caught her side profile; her full face was even more repulsive. She had narrow, slanting eyes and freckles across her cheeks. They say your face reflects your heart, and in her case, it was absolutely true. The other little monsters chimed in, "We just couldn't stand her trying to seduce Tyler every day, so we taught her a lesson." The homeroom teacher hastily tried to smooth things over. "If Emma had behavioral issues, you should have come to me. You can't take matters into your own hands." Her words practically validated the rumor that my sister was trying to seduce someone. "Telling the teacher or parents is for babies, I can't be bothered. Since you don't know how to teach her, we did it for you." "Besides, she's such a sl*t, she probably enjoyed it anyway." My dad had been sitting down, but upon hearing this, he immediately stood up. I pressed my hand down on his, signaling him not to act rashly. Meeting Mia's provocative gaze, I vaulted across the table, grabbed her by the hair, and slammed her face violently onto the tabletop. Over and over again. Mia howled in pain like a banshee, spewing a long string of profanities. Seeing his daughter being attacked, Mia's father quickly stepped in to stop me. But an elite guy in a tailored suit like him was no match for a blue-collar worker like my dad. My dad kicked him so hard he flew backward, crumpling to the floor and groaning. Meanwhile, I kept a firm grip on Mia, slapping her face from left to right. "Didn't you say teachers and parents don't know how to educate? Today, big sister is going to teach you how to be a decent human being!" Seeing their "boss" getting beaten, the other little animals rushed over to attack me. But they were no match for me, and with my dad blocking them, they couldn't even get close. Mia was beaten black and blue, her face swollen, and she had lost a front tooth. Her dad scrambled up from the floor, aiming a punch right at my face. My dad moved with lightning speed, catching his arm and dislocating his shoulder! 3 The room was filled with continuous wailing. The parents of the little monsters, realizing they were outmatched, immediately started whining to the police. "Are you just going to stand there and watch our kids get beaten up?!" The video on my sister's phone had been recovered by the police tech department. Every officer present knew exactly what kind of torture she had endured. Combined with the provocative remarks these little monsters had just made, the police were also harboring anger. Restricted by their uniforms, they couldn't act on it, so they merely put on a show of lightly pulling me back a couple of times. Even with their numbers, they couldn't handle the two of us. Only after they were beaten black and blue did the police finally separate us. "Alright, that's enough. You're here to mediate, stop fighting." Mia clutched her face, glaring viciously. "You just wait! When that b*tch comes back to school, I'm going to kill her!" "What nonsense are you spouting?! Apologize right now!" Her dad winced in pain, but by now he could tell that the police were biased towards our family. A shrewd man like him wouldn't fail to read the room. It was just offering a verbal apology; it wouldn't cost them anything. Mia reluctantly mumbled a "sorry," but her eyes remained defiant. It was glaringly obvious she had absolutely no intention of admitting she was wrong. Being under twelve meant that no matter what they did, they wouldn't face criminal punishment. That was the source of these little monsters' audacity! But from the very beginning, I had never come here looking for a settlement. I knew the law couldn't bind them, so I only came to memorize their faces perfectly. I wouldn't let a single person who bullied my sister off the hook! 4 The other side clamored that we threw the first punch, demanding the police arrest us and throw us in jail. What a joke. I'm a minor too, you know. As for my dad, he was simply fulfilling his duty as a father. He had failed to protect my sister before; there was no way he'd stand by and watch me get bullied now. As the argument escalated, the police stated that the situation could only be classified as a mutual brawl, meaning both sides would be subject to detention. The moment those words were spoken, they instantly fell silent. Although their glares were still full of resentment, they didn't dare act arrogantly anymore. Finally, the police brought out the mediation agreement and asked us all to review the terms. The content was simple, consisting of only a few clauses. Aside from the other party offering us a formal apology, they were required to cover all of my sister's hospital expenses, split equally among the parents. Before my dad could even speak, they started complaining. A middle-aged woman put her hands on her hips and yelled, "She beat my kid to a pulp, and I haven't even asked her for medical bills yet! Why should we pay?!" "Their daughter was beaten into the ICU by your kids! Shouldn't you pay for the medical bills?!" Even the police couldn't stand to listen to it anymore. They hadn't expected the parents of these little monsters to be so utterly unreasonable. Well, there's a reason they're little monsters. The apple doesn't fall far from the tree. The kids' behavior was clearly a result of the parents' negligence. "I don't care! What they did was just kids roughhousing. What just happened here was a one-sided assault! You're lucky I'm not making them pay my medical bills!" The middle-aged woman shot me a glare. "Besides, if she hadn't been acting like a little vixen and seducing boys instead of focusing on her studies, this wouldn't have happened. Being beaten up now is better than becoming a homewrecker and being despised by everyone later!" I couldn't hold back anymore. I marched up and slapped her hard across the face! "If I hear you say one more bad word about my sister, I will rip your mouth open." "She's hitting me! Police, are you going to do something about this?!" She cried and wailed simultaneously, acting as if she wanted to tear the roof off the precinct. "Enough! You were the one who spoke out of line first!" Since she was in the wrong, the officer's stern warning instantly silenced her. Seeing that a resolution was impossible today, the police simply told us to leave. The group walked out, muttering curses under their breath. Right before leaving, my dad spoke his first words of the day: "My daughter is still lying in the ICU, yet they get to walk away scot-free. Is this how the law protects us?" 5 The police fell silent. The light in my dad's eyes dimmed. He opened his mouth, but ultimately said nothing. On the drive back, my dad gripped the steering wheel in silence. I finally asked him, "Are we really just going to let them get away with bullying her?" As if remembering something, his gaze turned significantly colder. "Don't do anything rash." Tsk, how could it be called doing something rash? Just teaching some disobedient little animals a lesson. But I had promised my sister I would be a good girl and listen to mom and dad. It seemed I'd have to handle this quietly. Two days later, my sister was finally moved from the ICU to a regular ward. Although she was still wearing an oxygen mask, the doctor said she was breathing on her own. She was just very weak and needed time to recover. My mom stayed by my sister's side constantly, never leaving for a second. Afraid of delaying my studies, she forced me to go to school. When I arrived at the hospital after school, I found a group of people crowding my sister's room. "Emma's parents, what happened has already happened, we need to look towards the future. We're here today representing the school to visit Emma. We will cover all her future expenses at the school, and she'll receive a $2,000 scholarship every year." "Exactly. Considering your family's financial situation, this is an excellent opportunity." I recognized the person speaking. It was my sister's homeroom teacher, the old witch who tried to smooth things over at the police station last time. Judging by the authoritative demeanor of the others, they were undoubtedly school administrators. "Is this how you act as educators?! Ignoring the bullies to protect the school's reputation, and demanding the victim forgive them?!" My dad was furious. He had thought that even if the law couldn't help, the school would at least be fair. He never expected to be met with such a ludicrous response. "Emma's dad, what kind of talk is that? Of course we stand with Emma. We've already severely criticized and educated the other girls. Can't you give them a chance to turn over a new leaf?" My dad laughed out of pure anger. "Turn over a new leaf? Mrs. Chen, did you forget what they said at the police station?! Did that look like remorse to you?!" He grabbed the teacup from the bedside table and violently hurled it at the group of hypocritical snobs. "Get out! All of you, get out!" "Emma's dad..." "Are you deaf?! Get the hell out of here!" Seeing that soft tactics weren't working, the homeroom teacher shifted her focus to my mom. Holding a piece of paper, she grabbed my mom's hand, pressed it onto an ink pad, and tried to force her fingerprint onto the document. My dad lunged forward and slapped the homeroom teacher across the face. "Don't touch my wife!"
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