I'm back with a new chapter! Just like most of you wanted! I'm so glad everyone is seeing my story! Please note what you're about to see is a dark turn. Enjoy.


Chapter 4: Truth Uncovered

After Ms. DiMartino found Lincoln in the closet, she immediately took him to the nurse's office. The boy was lying on the small couch. His body have stop shaking. His face was red from the crying as well of his puffy eyes. He was inhaling small breaths like the nurse intended. The Latina substitute teacher left to get a drink a water for him. Before she left, Lincoln was told by her to remain in the nurse's office. She'll write a note to his teachers about why he wasn't in class today.

Ms. DiMartino return with a paper cup in her hands. She sits down on the couch. Lincoln leans up before he gets the cup.

"Drink, Lincoln." She ordered in her accent. Lincoln take small sips of water. He calm down a little.

"Lincoln, can you tell me why you were locked in the closet? Did someone put you there?" She asked, turning her eyes at him.

Lincoln grip his cup with both of his hands. His head was on the ground.

"Look at me." Her head peak through his eyes. His head shake his head slowly with a tiny whimper.

Ms. DiMartino lower herself to his level and use her left hand to lift Lincoln's head by the chin. "Please, sweetie." She beg, showing some concern in her eyes.

Lincoln got loss in those eyes before snapping out what he was doing. Should he tell her about the bullying? Probably. But she wants to know why and he'll keep answering more and more till the secret was out. Ever since Lynn posted the tweet, he had Clyde and Ronnie Anne at his side. But after the first day together, they couldn't want themselves to be humiliated. The young boy wouldn't trust any of his teachers, especially to Ms. Johnson or Ms. DiMartino. Yet the substitute teacher before him really wants to know why he is suffering.

Ms. DiMartino added "Lincoln, whatever it is. I promise I won't get mad. I won't tell anyone."

"You promise?" She rub the cowlick of his white hair. "Promise."

With a heavy sigh, he tell her what happened in the morning.


Shorty after Lincoln told the truth, Ms. DiMartino, furious as a lioness, march over to Principal Huggins office. Boy Jordan, Chandler and the three boys who took part of putting Lincoln in the closet were called and sent to the principal's office.

The boys, who enter the room, saw the man himself and, to their surprise and mild blush, Ms. DiMartino. The look of her expression and arms cross mean she was not happy.

"Have a seat boys." Principal Huggins motion them to seat the five chairs. "Boys, do you know why I brought you here?" They all shake their heads in union. "Do you know why Ms. DiMartino is here?"

Chandler remarked "Probably want us to be in her class for out good work?" This brought some laughs from the boys, but shut their mouths at the furious look at the Latina.

"Is that suppose to be funny, Mr. Hadler?" She said. Her accent was thick with fury.

Principal Huggins replied "Alyssa, I got this."

"It's just a joke." The red haired boy replied with his hands up in defense. He got scared and his body sliding down as she look at him with her intense eyes.

"You call locking a child in a closet a joke?!" She scream loudly, scaring the bullies. They don't know it but there was a huge high level of intensity around her. They were sweating under their collars, and not the kind you get from staring at an older sexy women.

"Alyssa! Stand down!" Principal Huggins ordered. Ms. DiMartino closes her eyes and reopen them. The intensity was gone.

Taking a deep breath, she regain her usual personality "Forgive me, Principal Huggins."

He clear his throat and spoke in his authorial tone, "From what Ms. DiMartino told me, you five boys are involved in putting Lincoln Loud in the janitor's closet."

The boys look stiffed over their crime have been expose. Chandler deinded while shaking his head "You got no proof."

"She say otherwise." Wilbur pointed at Ms. DiMartino with his thumb, "Is she lying or are you lying, Mr. Hadler?"

Ms. DiMartino said sternly "You're lucky Lincoln isn't too much traumatized by your actions. If I haven't been there, he would have stay in the closet all day." Her temper was losing but she kept it under control into giving the bullies a painful lesson.

"Like Chandler said, it was only a joke." Boy Jordan repeated and got a whimper from the teacher who hisses slightly.

Principal Huggins continue "Regardless, your actions today have been proven to resurface as you and your buddies gotten a lesson from the couch. Hiding Mr. Loud and Mr. McBride's clothes during gym class. You all will be receiving two weeks in detention and I'm calling your parents."

"That's a load of crap!" Chandler complained.

"Mr. Hadler, you wanna add another week in that sentence?" He warned.

"Whatever! That bad luck deserve it! He should have come to our school!"

Ms. DiMartino's face was still red. She gritted her teeths "You better stop, boy, or else!"

Chandler turn to her, mockingly "What you gonna do, hit me? I like to see you try!" Principal Huggins give her a look that say "Don't you dare". Even the teacher understand the circumstance, she still wanna slap the white outta of that bastardo's face.

"Go wait outside." He ordered the bullies. They got up and exit out to the door. The old man lay out a low sigh and his eyes caught the glare of Ms. DiMartino. "What?"

"That's it? You're only giving them two weeks? They should be suspended!" She look at him with outrage anger.

"I just handle the situation. What you want me to do, Alyssa?"

"Punish them instead of giving them detention! You should have seen the poor condition Lincoln was when I saved him!"

"I'm sorry, but this is the only punishment I can give. They're only eleven years old." Principal Huggins wave it impartial, but flinches at seeing her face closest to him.

"Ugh, such a man you're being." She muttered herself, follow by a few Spanish words to the principal. "Didn't you hear what Chandler had said about Lincoln?"

"He's said Lincoln was bad luck." He repeated the slur. "I know he's not the troublemaker he is, given the times he has gotten detention before. But calling Lincoln bad luck? That's gotta be a new insult kids are using."

She give him an accuse look, "You never saw any of the kids mistreating Lincoln for the past two days? Along with Clyde and Ronnie Anne?"

He answer without thinking "No. I just though he got into trouble with the other kids. It'll blow over. Trust me. You know how kids are."

Ms. DiMartino didn't take much of what he had said. Thinking back to what the red hair bully said about Lincoln, her minds flashes back to here the poor young boy was neglected by everyone, including his own friends. She sees him cleaning up his locker to wash away the slurs and messages. Him and his two closest friends being seated at the worst table at lunch time (what? A teacher can't be in the student's life once in a while). Lastly, she remembers her last encounter with Lincoln after his argument with one of his older sister, Lynn, in the dugout. The Latina only hear that Lynn was gonna make sure Lincoln be taught a lesson.

Finding her expression difficult to get rid up, she said "I'm heading out. To find out what's happening."

Principal Huggins was thrown off. "What? What about the class you're suppose to take care off?"

"You handle it." She give him a look that made the man froze in fear. The women exist out of the office, passing the bullies who were sitting in chairs. They caught her glaze and had their hands cover their crouches.

Once she was out of her sight, one of the boys spoke "Nobody had an erection back when Ms. DiMartino scream at us?"

"No, I was too busy peeing my pants." Chandler said in embarrassment.

Boy Jordan added "I did both."


Ms. DiMartino went to search Lynn or at least one of her teammates in a class. Luckily, she caught Margo leaving the girl's bathroom.

She called out, "Margo!"

Margo turn around and said in surprise "Ms. DiMartino."

"I need to talk to you for a second."

"Sure. What is it?"

The Latina teacher added "It's about Lincoln. I found him in the janitor's closet this morning. Some other boys pushes him in."

"Oh, my god." She sounded concern, "Is he ok?"

"He is. The boys are being punish now. But I wanna know why is Lincoln being bullied by everyone." She asked.

"You notice that too." Margo answered lowly, shocking the teacher.

"You do? Then tell me!"

Margo look around to see anyone catching them. She answered "We can't talk here. Maybe someplace else."

"Okay, dear. We'll talk in Room 13-B." Margo hurry up to the classroom, leaving the substitute to have questions remain flowing in her mind.


It wasn't long for the students to go to the cafeteria. Margo lied to her friends that she was skipping lunch today to meet up with a teacher over homework issue. The young athletic rushes to the room where Ms. DiMartino is waiting.

She sat down in one of the desk as she told her what is happening. Ms. DiMartino couldn't believe what she was revealing about Lincoln's hellish days.

"I just couldn't believe it." Margo explained. Her face show some form of regret. "Lincoln is such a nice guy. He doesn't deserve any of this."

"And this started with this tweet, right?" She asked, and the girl shake her head.

"Yes. The students and our team got this stupid tweet on Monday and everyone was treating Lincoln like he has bad luck."

"Have you reported this to the teachers or the Principal?"

"No." She huffed in annoyance. "Most of the teachers got the tweet and have to avoid being around Lincoln. So it was no help." She barely notices Ms. DiMartino clutching her hands in anger. The fools in this school didn't see that the poor boy was being victimized for the last two days. This wasn't getting her nowhere, not all the way. She still needed to know who would sent the tweet. Margo said that the tweet was posted anonymously on Twitter. There was no way to detect it.

Until she had one more question to ask. The one it's been bugging her since Lincoln went to unpopular to an outcast.

"Can you tell me about Lynn, Jr?" She said.

"What do you want to know about her?"

"Is she a good friend to you like she's a good sister to Lincoln?"

"Well," Margo was careful with her words around her friend. "I consider her a friend, although we have some disputes when it comes to practice. Like she wouldn't let us go to the bathroom until we win a game. You have no idea how many of us almost shit ourselves during game time." She shiver at the thought while the Latin teacher held a disgust expression at it. "And we have to perform these stupid rituals at baseball so we could have some luck in outside."

"Luck?" She was finding this odd, but this information can be useful.

"Lynn is obsessed with this whole luck thing. She believes that with good luck we wouldn't lose a game. She have us perform these embarrassing rituals that people surprisingly fall for it." She continues her story.

The Latina teacher raises an eyebrow "Would it be better if you all practice better then you wouldn't loss a game?"

"Not with Lynn." Margo added. "A few of us are sick and tired of her bossing us to perform rituals and holding our bladder control before a game. We made a complaint but Lynn-" She stopped herself.

"Lynn what?" Ms. DiMartino repeated. Her head lean close. "Did she threatened her team over these complains?"

"I should get going." Margo announces but her hand was grab by the teacher.

"Margo, please. If you have something about this, tell me. Do it for Lincoln."

Margo was conflicted. She was going on and on about Lynn and her behavior in the sports she's in. Right now she was close to reveal more behind Lynn and her trust in luck rather strengths. But the young girl felt wanting to tell someone the true. And help Lincoln, of course.

Turning her head back, she resume her story "Lynn did threatened those who objected to her methods or wanting to kick her off the team. I can name the girls who had complains over the past months. But she's a great friend! Sure she has some issues when it comes to winning and berate us for not giving it all one hundred percent, but that doesn't mean she's a bad person!"

Ms. DiMartino wasn't fond over Margo switching back to defend Lynn even after she made threats to anyone who says otherwise. She was starting to hate the girl more if the teacher see her. She notices some fear and anxiety around Margo. Sweat was leaking from her forehead. Her arms wrapping themselves around her body.

She knew immediately what those signs mean. "Have Lynn ever hurt you, Margo?"

Margo look over her head with some fear in her eyes. "I did. Once. I...almost lost control of my blander. During the fifth inning, I sneak off and went to the restroom. By the time I got back, Lynn benched me throughout the whole game. We won, of course. But to Lynn we almost went behind because of me. There was scolding, follow by some discipline and name calling as well. The next day, she apologize for her anger."

"Has this ever happened often?"

Margo answered "Yes. When we lost our game with Hazeltuck, I overhear Lynn arguing with Lincoln. She was livid. Practically blames him for being in the game and making her loss. She even call him bad luck. That's was harsh of her. Calling your own siblings that."

Ms. DiMartino's eyebrows went down, "And what about the championship game?"

"Ugh, don't remind me." She rolled her eyes. "We bombed it. Lynn humiliated herself once Hazeltuck took home the gold. She was throwing a fit. It was so embarrassing. Our parents. The teachers. The whole town. They all watch that. As the other teammates left with their families, I stay behind to empty my locker where I overhear Lynn screaming for her brother's bad luck. Was she still on that? Last thing I remember was she was gonna beat the hell outta him. My mind was racing 'Oh, man. Was she gonna do that?'"

"You didn't told your parents about this?"

"No. I figure Mr. and Mrs. Loud will handle that. Though I'm surprise that Lincoln wasn't there or any of our games since we lost our first game."

"Any reason why?"

"She said she didn't want any of his bad luck affecting the whole season." She added before lowering her eyebrows a bit. "I don't know how Lincoln can handle with being in the same house as her. He's a great guy; why is she punishing him for losing the game?"

"Punishing him?" Ms. DiMartino repeated. "Was this some sort of pay back?"

"To Lynn, yeah! I don't know why people are following this accusation or treated him like an outcast!" She blurred out.

"Did your other teammates were part of this?" Margo lower her head to avoid her stare before leading backup with small tears in her eyes.

"Yesterday, Lynn show us a page that Lincoln drew. It was doodles of women in cosplay outfit. I didn't find this offensive, but Lynn made it seem so by saying he was showing women for what they are. I still remember they throw food at him." She flinches and almost went full tear over the boy being run out of the cafeteria in more humiliation. "But I wasn't a part of it! I swear!"

"It's okay, Margo." Ms. DiMartino pat her hand gently and a warm smile. "Now I have just one question; where is Lynn now?"

"In her Social Studies class with Mr. Milton, Room 03-A."


Lynn was pull out of class and was sent to her baseball coach's office. She is inside, sitting in a chair with Ms. DiMartino and Leslie Gaverts.

"Lynn," Coach Gaverts spoke with tense that made Lynn listen to her carefully. "It has gone to my attention that you been harassing your brother."

Lynn's eyes nearly popped. But instead of being shock, she said "What? No! Who told you of this lie?"

"That information is anonymous. But Ms. DiMartino brought it to me and ask to sent you here to confirm if it's true."

Lynn look at the Latina teacher who was showing a mixture of fury and disgust. She has no fear when it comes with teachers, but her look was different from others.

"I have nothing to show you." She crosses her arms to affirm her stand.

Ms. DiMartino asked "Then you wouldn't mind if you took out your phone and show me your Twitter account?"

She remarked "Why, you wanna see what I had post?"

"Just give her your phone, Lynn." Coach Gaverts repeated.

"I don't have to! That's a violation of privacy! She can't make me!"

"Then I'll just have to call the police or your parents." Ms. DiMartino pointed at the phone in the coach's desk. "Last chance, Lynn."

Lynn was in a pickle. She couldn't reveal the truth to the coach or the teacher. But then again having her parents here was worst, but bringing the police's attention far worst. She was already thin ice of being sent to a boarding school. The last thing Lynn wanted was the police arresting her for refusing to compromise and harassment.

"Fine," Lynn grumble in defeat. Her hand took out the phone from the red shorts. She put her password in her Twitter account and show the various pictures in it to the two women. They were all sport related; her friends, her victories and her games. "There. See? No post of the harrassment. Can I go now?"

Ms. DiMartino wasn't convince. She demanded "Is there another account?"

"No." Lynn said with a tone.

"I don't believe you."

"You calling me a liar?"

Coach Gaverts interrupted "That's enough you two."

"Coach Gaverts, can I leave? This is getting us nowhere." Lynn lifted herself up from her chair.

"Hold it, Lynn." She stopped the tomboy. "In accordance with the tip Ms. DiMartino brought us, you threatened several of your teammates in practices and games. Is that true?"

"I…" Lynn was nervous. "May have, but never in reality."

"I have gotten some testimonies from your teammates and I am shock that you would do this." Coach Gaverts said, feeling disappointed at her. "And you making them perform these silly rituals for good luck and almost made them lose bowel control."

Lynn hesitated said "I'm not...saying anything...without my lawyer."

Ms. DiMartino lay out a small laugh, "Ha! A lawyer is the only thing you're needing."

"You don't get to speak!" Lynn shouted at her.

"Junior!" Coach Gaverts cried.

"I'm not saying anything!"

The coach was showing some distrust over her star player. Lynn was breathing down from the anger. She notices something Lynn isn't telling her or Ms. DiMartino.

"Lynn, do you have another account in Twitter?"

"Not you too." Lynn said, almost feel betrayed. "You know me, Coach!"

"I don't know what to believe in anymore. Now I'll ask again. Do you have another social media account? Yes or No?"

Lynn is now in trouble. She can't keep denying or else things will take a drastic turn. Her reputation was at stake. Even her future. Her phone shake by the hand. Lynn's fingers touch the screen. The two women were seeing it.

After that, the phone was shown again. Only it wasn't the tomboy's account; it was a second account. The only post was there was the meme with Lincoln's face on it and the words "I'm Bad Luck! Stay Away or Else!"

Ms. DiMartino put her step forward, scaring Lynn a little. But the Latina inhale a few breaths. Coach Gaverts held the bridge of her nose in more disappointment.

"Oh, Lynn. This is far worse than it is. Seeing as no other choice, I'm gonna have to report this to Principal Huggins and you are hereby kicked out of the team."

Lynn's breath turn grim. "I'm out of the baseball team?"

"Not just that. You're kicked out of soccer, hockey, rugby, tennis, anything sports related."

The tomboy's mouth was open in shock. She said, whimpering "You can't do this. Sports is my life. It's all I have."

Coach Gaverts furrowed her brows, "Then consider this a lesson for not taking some responsibility when it comes to losing. True athletics shows respect, dignity and strength, not by luck. Remember that. Now go back to your classes and report to Principal Huggins after school."

Lynn get up from her seat and walk out the office. It was over. Her life and reputation in school is destroyed. Mom and dad will be furious when they found out, or one of her youngest sisters. Not only that, she'll be sent away to a boarding school off state. The one thing in her mind is who told on her. Could it be her teammates, the ones who had complained about the past? Could it been her friend Margo? Or Lucy? She shake her head off of those thoughts; her teammate wouldn't betray her after what they been through. And Margo wouldn't sell her out as a friend. Her mind was wrap around Lucy even after she told the goth about revealing the bathroom clog incident. If she does, then she gotta teach her a lesson and she'll be welcome in the arms of darkness. All because she was standing up to Lin-

She stopped. Lynn had figure out who would sell her out. It's been right in front of her. Her anger was showing and her hand clutches.

"That little snitch!"


The day finally ended. Lincoln was let go from the nurse's office. When asked where Ms. DiMartino is, the nurse replied she was taking care of business. Taking this as an understanding, the boy left. He wanted to meet up with his teachers but Ms. DiMartino said she'll deal with them. Lincoln felt nervous. After the interaction with Chandler and his gang, he didn't want to meet them or anyone waiting outside. So he went to the other direction. He hurry fast to avoid some students before making it outside.

The boy look around and, to his relief, saw no one was waiting. He give a sigh in relief and walk forward.

Then the sound of a bat slamming to the surface of the dumpster. Lincoln nearly had a heart attack and his face grew white as the owner of the bat step in.

Lynn growl deathly as she clutches her favorite bat. Lincoln drop his backpack and run back inside. But he was grab by the shoulder and slam his entire body against the dumpster.

"Lynn!" He gasped. His anxiety was returning.

"You!" Lynn shouted angrily. Her hands clutches his shoulders. "I knew you're bad luck was only a matter of time to ruin me!"

"What-What I-I d-do?" Lincoln stuttered.

"Oh, you know exactly what you done! You cry to Ms. DiMartino and she have Coach Gaverts kick me off the team! You happy?! It's over for me!"

"I...I…" Lincoln was at a loss of words.

"What?! What are you saying?! If you have something to say, then how about you're glad my life is ruin?!" Lynn shouted more. "I knew I shouldn't have break your legs when I lost my game!"

"Lynn," Lincoln was afraid of his life. He raise his hands a little. "Calm down. Let's not...d-d-do anything d-drastic." His head was hit against the metal wall by his sister.

"The family may have protected your ass after I loss the game, but they're not going to when I'm through with you!"

"Wait-" The first punch was thrown to Lincoln's face. Lynn landed a couple of punches to more of his face and at his stomach. By the punch, he cough off blood and his body bend down.

A couple of his teeths might have been broken by a right kneecap. His nose is broken as well. Lynn pushes his body to the ground and kick him in his upper left thigh. She gotten a few kicks in his genitals.

Lynn huffed, taking a breath. Lincoln was crying. He was feeling the wounds and his privates damage. He cover up his crotch. Her work wasn't done yet. She grabs her bat from the ground and hover him above him.

Lincoln only saw the blur lines of the object. He held up his hand, pleaing "Lynn-"

The first strike was hit on his shoulder. He scream. Another one was hit in his rib cage. He scream more. Then it was his left leg and across the face. The final swing came to his right arm, the one he was helding up to stop her.

Lincoln's scream was more horrid as his wrist is bended to the back. He held it in conform but cry more from touching it.

"Oh, was that your drawing arm? The one you use to write those ridiculous drawings? Let me fix it up!" She mockingly scorn and did the unimaginable. The athletic lifted her right leg and stomp it at his broken wrist. There more bend follow by bones fracking. By the fifth stomp, there was nothing else to break.

Lynn grabs him by the collar and look him in the eye "Listen loser, you may have ruin my career but this is far from over. If you tell anyone about this, to DiMartino, mom and dad or the girls, I'll come back and break your other arm. Face the facts! This is what happens when you mess with me or anyone in our house!" Her hand release his shirt collar and his head went back on the ground.

Grabbing her bloody bat, Lynn Jr. left the scene, not taking one look over what she has done.

The poor boy was lying on the ground with multiple bones fracture, damage genital, a ringing in his ears and a bloody twist arm. It was no longer being call an arm except a twisted and sicken pretzel. He was laying out small breaths and whimper and his eyes dim down.

The ringing was so annoying that she didn't hear the faint cries of a Hispanic women and the words "Dios Mios! Lincoln!"


Sorry If I scare you or if you guys felt that was too much. But don't worry. Lynn's gonna face the music! NiteOwl18 out!