My Bully Tries To Corrupt My Mother Yuna [repack] «Chrome»

Leo set a trap. He purposely left his phone out with a fake recording app visible, knowing Kai wouldn't be able to resist gloating. When Kai cornered him in the kitchen, thinking Yuna was at the store, he let it all out.

I felt the floor drop. He was rewriting history. My bruises, my terror, my sleepless nights—he was recasting them as my inability to forgive. And Yuna, my sweet, lonely mother, was drinking it in because he was offering her something she’d lost when Dad died: the feeling of being needed.

I watched from my bedroom window, jaw clenched. When I told Yuna, “Mom, he’s the one who broke my wrist last fall,” she paused. Then: “People change, sweetheart. Maybe he’s reaching out.”

"Honey, you’re just being sensitive," she had replied, her eyes full of pity. "Leo told me you two had some misunderstandings in the past. He really wants to make it up to you. Why can't you be more like him? He’s so mature." my bully tries to corrupt my mother yuna

The corruption deepened slowly, like root rot.

“Mom,” I said, voice raw. “Do you remember the scar on my ribs? He gave it to me with a locker door. Do you remember the week I didn’t talk? He told the whole school I was a schizophrenic because I wouldn’t lend him twenty dollars.”

I stood in the hallway, my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird. Through the crack in the door, I could see them. There was Yuna, my mother, her face soft and unsuspecting as she laughed at a joke. And there, sitting at our small oak table as if he owned the lease, was Leo. Leo set a trap

The air in our kitchen had changed. It used to smell like cinnamon and the lemon floor wax my mother, Yuna, insisted on using every Saturday. Now, it smelled like expensive cologne and deception.

That night, Yuna and I planted new irises. She didn’t apologize—she didn’t have to. She just said, “Next time, show me the scar sooner.”

Kai leaned back, his posture the picture of relaxed innocence. He didn't look like a bully. He looked like the perfect son. "I just figured since Leo is always so quiet at school, he might need a little help breaking the ice at home," Kai said, his eyes meeting Leo’s with a razor-sharp glint. The Slow Erosion I felt the floor drop

Leo’s blood ran cold. He tried to tell her, but Yuna wouldn't hear it. "Kai is a godsend, Leo. Why are you being so suspicious? Maybe you’re just jealous of how well we get along." The Breaking Point

Now, he was trying something new. He was trying to take the only safe space I had left. My mother.