I'm more of a fighter than a talker, and when it comes to anything other than swearing, I'm at a loss. So, I ended up going with the woman to the disciplinary office.
"Lea, were you bullied again? Poor thing," a sleazy-looking man hurried over to Lea as soon as we arrived, showing concern.
Lea tried to avoid him, but it was no use; he still pulled her into his arms.
I frowned, "Who the hell are you?"
Disgusting man.
I might be a brawler, but I couldn't stand guys like this. The whole scene screamed "not right".
The man straightened up. "This girl really has lost her memory. She's forgotten the disciplinary officer."
He pulled out a cane from the drawer. Before I could dodge, he whipped it across my shoulder blades twice, hard.
The pain made me curse loudly.
The disciplinary officer seemed shocked but clearly wasn't done. He prepared to hit me again.
I snatched the cane from his hands and snapped it in two.
"Old man, you want to die or something?"
He got angrier, grabbed his phone, and called Mrs. Gates, tattling on me. He gave me a piece of his mind before ending the call, during which I overheard Mrs. Gates say she'd pay Lea and the disciplinary officer $10,000 each for emotional distress.