Jakes pov

As sarah walked away, she uttered the words that made my heart sink. 'I'm getting a teacher,' she said, her voice filled with anger and frustration. I knew what that meant. I was going to be in big trouble, and James was going to be punished for what he had done.

I turned back to James, who was still unconscious on the ground. I felt a wave of anger and hatred wash over me. I wanted him to suffer, to pay for what he had done to Sarah. But I didn't want him dead. That wasn't who I was.

I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. I knew that I had to do the right thing, even if it was hard. I leaned down and checked James's pulse, making sure that he was still alive. He was breathing, but he was badly hurt.

I looked around, trying to think of what to do next. I knew that I couldn't leave James here, but I also couldn't carry him on my own. I took out my phone and dialed 911, hoping that they would arrive soon.

As I waited for the ambulance to arrive, I couldn't help but think about what had happened. I had let my anger get the best of me, and I had hurt someone in the process. I didn't want to be that person. I wanted to be better, to be someone who could control their emotions and do the right thing.

The ambulance arrived, and the paramedics took James away on a stretcher. I watched as they loaded him into the back of the ambulance, feeling a sense of relief that he was going to be okay. I knew that things would never be the same again, but I also knew that I had done the right thing. And that was all that mattered."

As Sarah approached me, she took my hands in hers and tried to wipe off the blood with a tissue. Her touch was gentle, but I could see the worry in her eyes. I felt guilty for what had happened, for letting my anger get the best of me.

"I'm sorry," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "I didn't want to hit him this bad." My eyes were filled with tears, and I couldn't help but feel like a failure. I had let my emotions get the best of me, and now someone was hurt because of it.

Sarah squeezed my hand, a small smile playing on her lips. "It's okay," she said softly. "He'll be fine." Her words were like a balm to my soul, and I felt a sense of relief wash over me.

I looked down at James, who was lying on the stretcher , unconscious. His face was bruised and battered, and I couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt. I had hurt someone, and that wasn't who I wanted to be.

Sarah turned to me, a small smile on her face. "You did the right thing," she said softly. "You called for help." Her words were like a balm to my soul, and I felt a sense of relief wash over me. I had made a mistake, but I had also done the right thing. And that was all that mattered.

Just then, the doctor arrived and pushed his way through the crowd. He quickly assessed the situation and announced, "He has a pulse, he's going to be okay." His words were like a balm to our frayed nerves, and we all breathed a sigh of relief. We had all been standing around James, waiting anxiously for any news of his condition. The crowd that had gathered around us was a testament to the hate and disrespect that James had earned from everyone in the school.

The principal came in and saw the commotion. He knew that he had to intervene and urged everyone to give them some space. "Let's give them some room," he said, his voice firm but gentle. The crowd slowly started to disperse, but not before they had all expressed  how much they disliked James because of what he did.

A teacher then stepped forward and directed the students to go to their respective classes. "Off to class, everybody," she said, her voice clear and authoritative. The students, who had been waiting anxiously for any news of James's condition, showed their respect and concern for him by obeying her without question.

As the ambulance drove away, I knew that things would never be the same again. But I also knew that I had learned a valuable lesson. I had learned that anger could be dangerous, that it could hurt people. And I had learned that I needed to be better, to control my emotions and make better choices.

As the students filed out of the room, I couldn't help but think of James and all that was had done , I couldn't help but think about the incident that had just happened. It was a stark reminder of the dangers that lurked around us, and how quickly things could spiral out of control. But I was also grateful that I could stand up for what was right, and for the doctors and teachers who were always there to help us when we needed them the most.

Sarahs pov

I could hardly contain my emotions as on of the teachers delivered the news.

"We've checked the security footage at school," the principal said, her voice low and serious. "And he's going to be expelled from school and will be charged for harassment."

A wave of relief washed over me as I heard those words. Finally, justice would be served, and he would have to pay for everything he had done.

"I couldn't help but think back to when everything had happened. It had started out like any other day, with me going to school and trying to focus on my studies. But then he had appeared out of nowhere, with his leering eyes and his crude comments. At first, I had tried running , hoping that he would go away. But he had persisted, following me around and making my life a living hell. I had felt so helpless and alone, with no one to turn to for help.
But then, Jake had stepped in, like a guardian angel sent from above" She had listened to my story, taken me seriously, and promised to do everything in her power to help me.

And now, she had delivered on that promise, with the news that he would be expelled and charged with harassment.

As I walked out of school that day, I felt a sense of closure and relief wash over me. It had been a long and difficult journey, but I had finally emerged victorious. And I knew that I had Sarah to thank for that, for being there for me when I needed her the most.

It was clear that I had been through a lot when I arrived home . Jake had dropped me off because I wasn't in a condition to drive,

"Would you like to come in" I asked him if he wanted to come in.

He hesitated for a moment before agreeing, and we walked into the living room where mumma and Ibrahim were sitting.

"Assalamualaikum" I greeted.

As they took over my condition mumma came towards me "what happens Sarah you look pale" she say's touching my face.

I kept my bag on the couch .

"What happened honey " worry was all over her face.

As soon as Ibrahim noticed Jake's presence, he stood up and walked towards us.

"What happened " he asked taking in the situation.

Ibrahim's tone was demanding as he asked what had happened and who had done it to you. He was ready to attack Jake, but I defended him. I knew that he had been there for me when I needed him the most.

"He has Nothing to do with this" I sobbed .

"Jake's presence was a blessing in disguise. Without him, I don't know what would have happened" As I recounted the events of the day, I could feel the tears streaming down my face.

I was still reeling from the traumatic experience .The memory of his hands on my body was still fresh in my mind, and I couldn't shake off the feeling of fear and vulnerability that had taken hold of me.

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