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Marsha's life is a daily struggle, plagued by her oppressive stepsister, Elvie, and relentless torment from the triplets, Dwayne, Daryl and Daniel. Despite the constant humiliation and pain, she clings to the hope of turning eighteen and escaping her living nightmare. Unexpectedly, the triplets show a sudden change in behavior, transforming from tormentors to protectors. Marsha's life takes an unexpected turn when they ask her to be their date to the prom. However, on the fateful night, a cruel prank threatens to shatter her dreams. With the support of her best friend, Patrick, Marsha must navigate the treacherous path of high school, deceit, and betrayal, while learning that true strength comes from within.

Chapter 1 – The Triplet Bullies

As Marsha walked through the crowded hallway of her high school, she could feel her heart racing with anxiety. The fluorescent lights cast an eerie glow over the students, and she kept her head down, hoping to avoid any unwanted attention. But her hopes were in vain, as she soon found herself face to face with the notorious triplets – Dwayne, Daryl, and Daniel Thomson, along with their accomplice, Elvie.

Their presence alone was enough to make Marsha's skin crawl. They were the embodiment of cruelty and torment, and she had been their favorite target for far too long. As they cornered her, her anxiety intensified, and she could feel her palms growing sweaty.

“Btch!” Dwayne, the most aggressive of the triplets, stepped forward, his face twisted with anger. He pointed an accusing finger at her and demanded, "How dare you spread rumors about us, you fcking b*tch?" His voice was laced with venom as he pushed her to the ground furiously.

Marsha found herself sprawled on the cold floor, her books scattered around her. Her pulse raced, and a rush of humiliation and fear washed over her. She struggled to regain her composure, pushing herself up from the ground with trembling hands.

With a quivering voice, she stammered, "I... I didn't spread any rumors about you. I swear!" Her words felt feeble and inadequate, drowned out by the surrounding murmurs of other students who had gathered to watch the spectacle.

Elvie, a cruel smirk on her face, chimed in from the sidelines. "Oh, come on, Marsha. We all know it was you. You can't hide your true self." Her words were like daggers, and her confident posture only fueled Marsha's sense of helplessness.

Marsha scrambled to her feet, her heart still pounding, and her mind racing to come up with a way to defend herself against the triplets' accusations. As Dwayne loomed over her, anger burning in his eyes, she couldn't help but feel a searing suspicion. She had been down this road too many times, and the face of her bully, Elvie, stood out in the crowd.

Then she shot a quick, distrustful glance at Elvie, who stood there, arms crossed and a sinister smirk still playing on her lips. Her previous attempts at framing Marsha and orchestrating her punishment were etched into her memory.

Marsha's voice, though still trembling, carried a new sense of resolve as she turned her attention back to Dwayne. "I didn't spread those rumors. I don’t know what's happening here, but it's not me. You've been listening to the wrong person," she said, casting a pointed look in Elvie's direction.

Elvie's smirk faltered, her confidence wavered, but she quickly regained her composure, pretending innocence. "Me? Why would you accuse me?" She feigned surprise, but Marsha saw through her facade.

Marsha could feel her heart racing even faster, her breath coming in shallow gasps. The threats and physical violence were becoming all too real. Dwayne’s face twisted with anger. She shrank back, her eyes wide with fear.

"Listen to me, omega," he hissed through clenched teeth. "If I ever hear that you've been spreading rumors again, I won't be able to control myself." His voice was low and menacing, and Marsha could see the fury in his eyes.

Before she could respond, Dwayne's hand shot out, and his palm connected with her cheek. The slap sent a shock of pain through her face, and she stumbled to the side, her vision blurring for a moment. The onlookers in the hallway seemed to hold their breath, their eyes wide with shock.

Tears welled up in Marsha's eyes, and she could taste the saltiness as they streamed down her cheeks. She pleaded with Dwayne, her voice trembling and desperate. "Please, I haven't done anything. I'm not spreading rumors about you. You have to believe me."

But her pleas fell on deaf ears. Dwayne's anger seemed to intensify, and he jolted her, making her stumble back further. His grip on her arm was like a vice, and she winced in pain. The hallway had grown eerily quiet, as if frozen in time.

Marsha looked to Drew, one of the triplets known for being the quietest one, hoping for some sign of help or intervention. But he simply stood there, a passive observer to the torment unfolding before him. His inaction cut her to the core, a stark reminder that she was alone in this battle.

Fear and pain coursed through Marsha's body, and she felt a crushing sense of helplessness. Dwayne's threats were terrifying, and she had no way of knowing if he would follow through on them. All she could do was hope that someone, somewhere, would step in and put an end to this nightmare.

After the confrontation with Dwayne, Marsha's heart was still pounding, and her face throbbed from the slap. She couldn't believe the torment she was enduring. But before she could catch her breath, Daryl, another one of the triplets, seized her arm and yanked her toward the school kitchen. His grip was firm, and he wore a malicious grin on his face.

"Time to put you to work, omega," he sneered, as he forced her into the kitchen.

Marsha tried to protest, telling him that the kitchen had already been cleaned by the dishwasher. But Daryl simply laughed and said, "Oh, I'm sure there's something you can do in here. We'll make a mess, and you can clean it up." His words dripped with malice, and Marsha felt a sense of dread wash over her.

True to his word, Daryl began intentionally dirtying the clean dishes and the kitchen floor. He knocked over dishes, spilled food, and even splashed water around. Marsha watched in dismay, her hands trembling as she realized the extent of the mess he was creating.

As Daryl finally left the kitchen, he shot her a wicked look and said, "Enjoy your cleaning, b*tch!" With that, he disappeared, leaving her alone in the chaotic aftermath of his destruction.

Marsha knew she had no choice but to start cleaning up the mess, but her eyes were brimming with tears. She grabbed a mop and began to wipe up the dirty water and food scraps that littered the floor. It felt like a never-ending task, and she couldn't help but wonder when the torment would end.

But before she could make much progress, Elvie entered the kitchen, a malicious glint in her eye. She approached Marsha, carrying a cup of water, and with a mischievous grin, she spilled it all over the floor Marsha had just cleaned.

Marsha gasped in frustration and disbelief, but Elvie only laughed mockingly. "Oops, my hand slipped," she taunted before turning on her heel and striding out of the kitchen, her laughter echoing in the empty room.

Then Marsha was left alone once more, tears streaming down her face as she realized that she had missed the first and second periods of school. The bullies had succeeded in making her life a living hell, and there seemed to be no end in sight.

Chapter 2 – Best friend

After what felt like an eternity of cleaning up the mess in the school kitchen, Marsha finally walked out, exhausted and disheartened. It was lunchtime, but she couldn't think of food when her day had already been so harrowing. Just as she emerged from the kitchen, her only true friend, Patrick, came rushing up to her. His concern was evident on his face, and Marsha couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope. Patrick was the one person who had always stood by her side.

"Marsha, where were you this morning? You missed the first and second periods," he said, worry etched into his features.

Tears welled up in Marsha's eyes as she struggled to find the words. "Pat, it's those triplets and Elvie again. They cornered me and... It’s been a nightmare." Her voice trembled as she recounted the morning's torment.

Patrick's expression turned even more sympathetic, and he placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "I'm so sorry, Marsha. You don't deserve any of this. But you're no


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