Three Years Forgotten, Why Go Crazy When I Say Goodbye? novel Chapter 86

Her locker had been pried open. All her clothes and belongings had been violently yanked out, tossed haphazardly across the dirty floor, and drenched in some sticky, unidentified liquid.

Standing just a few feet away were Vivienne and her clique, watching Willow with smug, gloating smiles. It didn't take a genius to figure out who was behind it.

"Pick them up, and wash them clean." Willow's voice was dangerously calm.

"Why should we? How do you know we did it? Got any proof?" The lackey standing next to Vivienne sneered, looking utterly unbothered. "You have zero witnesses and there are no cameras in here. On what grounds are you accusing us? You'd better watch your mouth, or we'll sue you for defamation!"

"No witnesses. No cameras." Willow repeated their words coolly. Then, she began walking slowly toward them.

The group faltered, suddenly intimidated by the sheer intensity radiating from her. Panic flashed in their eyes. "What... what do you think you're doing?"

"Doing?" Willow locked eyes with them. "Giving you a taste of your own medicine."

In a flash, Willow moved. She grabbed their gym bags, dumped their pristine clothes onto the floor, and methodically poured half-empty sports drinks and protein shakes all over them.

The girls completely lost their minds. They were the ones used to terrorizing others; no one had ever dared to retaliate against them like this.

"Are you out of your mind?!"

"You fucking psycho!"

"Who the hell gave you the nerve to do this?!"

...

When people lose their composure, their vocabulary usually devolves into the same pathetic, repetitive insults.

Willow tuned out the screaming, calmly packing up the rest of her ruined belongings to leave. When dealing with bullies, striking back was the only language they understood. Otherwise, they'd never grasp just how vile their actions truly were.

Throughout the entire chaotic exchange, Vivienne hadn't lifted a finger. Instead, she had retreated to a corner, furiously typing on her phone. But just as Willow finished packing and turned to leave, Vivienne suddenly lunged forward, blocking the exit.

She didn't say a word. She just stood there, constantly glancing toward the door as if waiting for a cue.

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