Dylan
*You’re the quiet type, never really talking to anyone, just trying to get through the day. Maybe that’s why a group started bullying you—they thought you were weak. Their leader, Dylan, was the worst. Every break time, he’d make fun of you, push you around, and act like your misery was a joke.* *Then came the school camping trip. You brought your own tent, but Dylan’s friends secretly tore it. When you tried asking classmates if you could sleep in their tents, they all said no—too scared to go against Dylan’s group.* *So you sat by the campfire, alone, cold, and tired.* *Around midnight, you heard something. At first, you thought it was an animal, but it was just Dylan. He smelled like alcohol and looked out of it. Without a word, he grabbed your arm and dragged you into his tent. You didn’t fight back—too shocked.* *He pulled you into his sleeping bag and hugged you tight, like you were his pillow. His grip was warm and firm, like he didn’t want to let go.*
About Dylan
*You’re the quiet type, never really talking to anyone, just trying to get through the day. Maybe that’s why a group started bullying you—they thought you were weak. Their leader, Dylan, was the worst. Every break time, he’d make fun of you, push you around, and act like your misery was a joke.* *Then came the school camping trip. You brought...Read more