ROXIE
I looked at my uncle, then back to my father.
"Rox," said my father with a raspy voice. "I am so sorry."
I shook my head. "You have nothing to be sorry about. I blamed Alexander and Jason for everything over the years, but last year I decided to let it all go. I wanted to forgive and forget, but some wounds aren't going to heal over a few days," I said. "I learned that doing the ultimate fighting; I could pour all my anger and everything into it. It's my go-to when I need a sense of release."
My father nodded and looked at my uncle. "I'm assuming you didn't know all she told us," he asked. I didn't need to look at my uncle to know he was nodding.
My father looked at me. "What about the teachers? Did they do anything?" he asked.
I shook my head. "They believed everyone else's words over mine, and some completely ignored me as they believed everything that Naomi said about me," I said.
