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Tasha flung her bag to the floor as anger welled up inside her.

She threw herself onto her bed, frustration boiling over.

"Why?! Why does he get to hurt me like this?!" she shouted, punching her pillow.

Downstairs, her parents exchanged worried glances.

Her father's face hardened.

"It's time we paid Fabian a visit."

His wife nodded in agreement.

"Somebody needs to make him understand the pain he's causing our daughter."

Tasha's father stood up, determination etched on his face.

"I'll schedule a meeting with him tomorrow. This ends now."

In her room, Tasha lay awake, seething.

Fabian's face burned in her mind.

She'd make him regret hurting her.

Her parents' whispers wafted upstairs.

".can't let him continue hurting her."

".time to take matters into our own hands."

Tasha's eyes narrowed.

Would they help her? Or stand in her way? Only time will tell.

The night wore on, and Tasha's resolve hardened.

Change would arrive one way or another starting tomorrow.

The next morning, Tasha ran down