Haley's p.o.v
"Settle down, honey. I don't want you to get soap in your eyes" I order my son. He is dirty and
doesn't care. I scrub him long and hard. "Mom! I am thirteen years old. I can clean myself" he
argues. "You have scars all over your body. Where did all these bumps and bruises come from?" I
point out. "I have been bullied" he admits. "Don't worry, baby. I will find and kill your attackers if you
give their names to me" I vow. "I hate myself and I want to die" he mumbles.