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No Mercy for the Merciless

Chapter 2 

Word Count: 947    |    Released on: 04/07/2025

r I felt was a hot, solid thing in my chest. I wanted to scream at them, to order them all ou

s in the back, who finally b

d, his voice quiet but firm. "Y

e him. "Shut up, Kevin! You don't know

ng at me with an expression that seemed genuinely apologe

ng out the window, refusing to make eye contact. Jessica was whispering wi

ping with fake sweetness. "I'm just so stressed ab

strategic retreat, not an admission of guilt. But what coul

drive was silent, but it was a heavy, hostile silence. When we finally pulled

assenger side door, right where their backpacks and bags had scraped agains

t. A fresh wave of anger washed over me. It was small, but it

spered something to Tiffany. Tiffany shot me a venomous look before pulling he

demand they pay for the damage. But I could already imagine the scene, the denials, the a

school, and decided to let it go. It was easier.

k you up from this same spot at 1 PM. Do not be

favors, no more flexibility. This was a

ext came back, not from

would it be possible to meet at the coffee shop across the street inste

st, a small olive branch. Maybe h

back. "The coff

morning's events replaying in my mind. I pulled out my phone

told him everything. The demand for an SUV, the insult

his silence a comfortin

, Sarah," he said when I fi

I confessed. "I want to drive home

you abandon them now, they'll have a story. They'll twist it and say you left them stranded. They'll report you t

I hated that

o?" I asked, fe

pletely. Don't give them a single thing they can use against you. Be polite, be professional, and then you c

the angles. I was the one who ran on emotion, and right now my e

oice small. "Okay, I

emotion, just function. That's how

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“My volunteer work was simple, a quiet act of kindness. For two years, I drove underprivileged students to their SATs, finding genuine joy in helping. Then my phone buzzed, and a sharp, high-pitched voice introduced me to Tiffany. She wasn't just demanding a ride; she was demanding a luxury SUV for five, not three, and a perfectly pristine car. "Make sure your car is clean. We don' t want to show up to the most important exam of our lives covered in dog hair or smelling like old takeout." Her voice dripped with an entitlement that left me breathless, and I knew this was different. I brushed aside the unease, telling myself it was just one difficult person. But from the moment they sauntered out, laughing, holding expensive coffees, the verbal jabs began, culminating in Tiffany grabbing my steering wheel on the highway. The car swerved violently. A truck narrowly missed us. "What is wrong with you? You could have killed us!" I yelled, my body shaking with rage. "Me? You' re the one who can' t drive! You almost got us killed!" she shrieked back, her eyes wide with indignation, not remorse. To my horror, Jessica, one of the others, nodded in agreement with Tiffany's outrageous lie. The unfairness of it all made me sick. My good deed had been twisted into an obligation, and I was being made the villain. My husband' s calm voice echoed in my head: "Don't give them a single thing they can use against you. Be polite, be professional..." I decided I would be a robot. A chauffeur. No emotion, just function. I would finish this, and then wash my hands of them forever.”
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