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No Mercy for the Merciless

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 1121    |    Released on: 04/07/2025

rands, and tried to focus on the fact that in a short while, this would all be over. At 12:50 PM, I p

in front of the school was a chaotic swarm of cars and parents picking up their

finally buzzed. It wa

e cafe. Wher

op. I looked across the street at the designated pickup spot,

ily Grind' coffee sho

was almo

oasted Bean'!!! It's like 15 minute

town. There was no reason for them to be there, it wasn't on the way home for any of us. They had d

the wheel so tightly I could feel the leather creaking. The drive was a miserable

elaborate milkshakes, laughing as if they didn't have a care in the wo

, bringing a fresh wave

aid, sliding into the passenger s

d from the back. "And this car is so

ted us back toward the highway, my driving efficient and pre

deed, you're not very cheerful," T

traw. I couldn't st

usly calm. "You sent me to the wrong place. A place that is fifteen mi

s reflection in the windshield, her smug

deserve a little treat. We're underprivileged, remember? We can't afford to go to places like this

She was using her "underprivileged" status, the very reason I was he

ore, it was a deep, weary disillusionment. The kindness I had offered th

a quiet residential neighborhood. I

ut," I

ca squeaked f

is concluded. You can find y

d Jessica's name. I ignored it and looked at the real Jessica in

to help me!" a frantic voice, defin

The girl in my back seat was st

ght now," I said, c

D and I couldn't get back in to get it from my locker after

backseat was not Jessica. They had brought a s

chool?" I asked, my voice low

at me. "She should hav

without me! They took my wallet, it was in Tiffany's bag! Please, you have t

e complexity of their de

this morning that you were all late because you were waiting on someo

"Yes," she admitt

stated, not asking. "And now you're demanding that I fix your mi

e. "If you had just gotten a bigger car, we wouldn't have been so rush

over town to fix a problem you created. My adv

u, Tiffany has my w

nce," I said, and before she could reply, I end

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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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