The Wrong Girl — Episode 8

phone in my face say it i'm emma i'm garbage i forgot to heal for miss whitmore i bit my lip and didn't move that only set her off cold water down my head they ripped my uniform and smeared lipstick across my face she was laughing behind the phone smile you bitch say thank you for the a lesson, Ms. Whitmore, or I call the cops and your dad can have a nice long chat with them.

My head rang. Did she know? About my dad's? I couldn't risk it. Shaking, I dropped to my I raised my hand and slapped myself again and again. Thank you for the lesson, Ms. Whitmore. She made me say it 50 times. By the time my face went completely numb, she finally smirked. Then she kicked me and walked off. See? Easy. Wait here every day after school. You do whatever

fuck i tell you got it okay she left with her followers the alley fell silent i slowly down reaching for my ruined papers and soaked books then i looked up several men were at the entrance of the alley papa sal was in front behind him five more of my dads none of them said a word their faces dark their eyes never left me papa sal crouched down he wiped the blood

off my face with his thumb who did this i turned my head away nobody i i fell fell papa marco my book out of the water and held it up there was a shoe print through the cover that's a they stomped all over it papa enzo pushed his glasses up emma tell us if you will level this