The past rushed through time's tunnel, crashing into Demi with brutal clarity.
Timothy had been pinned against a wall like this before. And the bully back then was none other than the very same chubby kid now getting pummeled—Larry.
She'd seen him stuffing a pencil case full of caterpillars and forcing Timothy to eat them. What horrors had he inflicted on Timothy when Demi wasn't watching?
One should do unto others as they would have them do unto them. If one had been drenched by rain, they'd learn to hold an umbrella for others.
If the victim today had been anyone else, Demi might've stepped in.
But for Larry? She'd happily stand here and savor the show.
"It's karma," Demi murmured under her breath.
Now, she understood why Charles had brought her here. Damn it. She should've called Timothy.
Seeing his tormentor get a taste of his own medicine might uplift Timothy's spirits and dampen his fear.
It was better late than never. Demi pulled out her phone and sent Timothy a location pin.
By the time Timothy arrived, Larry was curled up on the ground, howling as kicks rained down.
One glance at the scene, and he knew exactly why Demi had summoned him. His expression remained cold.
Demi lowered her head and said to Charles, "Alright. That's enough."
Charles' eyes widened in mock offense. "Wait. Do you think I set this up? Hell, no! That dumbass pissed off the wrong crew the minute he transferred. I just knew they'd jump him today and thought you'd enjoy the show!"
Demi held his gaze. "Do you swear it's not you?"
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