When your bully, the guy that ruined your life, shows up on your doorstep at 2am with blood dripping down his face and onto the doormat after going missing for a week, you would be ready to commit suicide too. A peaceful week of no Brant terrorizing me has come to a end.

I saw his face on the news. Brant Loving missing! As his family cries for him. The cops are doing all the can to find him. For the community this is a tragic event, for me and my friends this is best news we’ve ever heard ever since he got suspended for breaking Carl’s collarbone.

I rolled my eyes and turned off the news. This guy has poured soup on my head to breaking my hand and threatening me. I don’t really care what happens to him.

Apparently none of that matters now that he is on my doorstep dripping blood on my mothers doormat. He smiles crookedly and I notice one of his teeth are missing and his normally white teeth have blood on them. Ew. I close my eyes and sigh. “Alyssa… can I come in?” He says. Speechless I nod. He walks in. “I’m going to call the police” I say. “Ok.. thanks… sorry for everything…” I don’t know wether he means it or not, but I still get him a rag to cover his wound and call the police. Maybe he will have a grace period and leave me alone for a while.