"No proof?" he said, his voice almost mocking. "Then I suggest you apologize to Scott. If you do, I can put in a good word with the school leaders and make sure you still graduate."
Scott sat at the podium, grinning. He casually threw a pen at my head.
"Get smart, cripple," he taunted.
I wasn’t going to back down. I didn’t care about the humiliation anymore. I made a scene and I made sure everyone in that room would remember it.
A classmate filmed the whole thing and posted it online, tagging my name. It went viral in no time. The university got roasted by netizens for how badly they were handling things.
Everyone started pushing me to admit I was wrong and just give up on my graduation. The whole situation spiraled fast, even catching the attention of the Department of Education.
The lecturer couldn’t take it anymore and stepped outside to call my parents, asking them to force me to apologize to Scott.
When he came back into the room, my coat had already been ripped off by my classmates.
My pants were torn at the leg where my amputation was, exposing the scar. People stepped back and I felt like the whole room was just staring at me, laughing.
I tried to stand up and grab my crutches, but one of Scott’s friends swung a stick at me, hitting me hard.
“You want your cane? Beg me for it. Maybe I’ll give it back!” he sneered, hitting my knee so I dropped to the floor.
He stomped on my hand, crushing it as he glared at me. “Scott, what do we do with this bitch? I’m listening,” he said.
Scott just straightened his collar and spit on my head like he was some kind of god. “Well, we should send her to the club to sell her body.”
He leaned down close to me, his voice low enough that only I could hear. “Don’t blame me. If you’ve got anyone to blame, it’s your bad luck.
“25 thousand dollars a night, that’s a steal for someone like you. You’ll be set for decades.”
He snapped his fingers and someone started dragging me out. I was so beaten down I couldn’t even put up a fight and all I could taste was blood. All I could do was shoot him a furious look.
On the way down the stairs, the guy holding me “accidentally” pushed me and I tumbled down, my body rolling with every step.
I was almost out cold by the time I hit the bottom. Then, I could hear my parents freaking out. "Savannah? What happened?"
Scott’s face went pale and he rushed over to me. "Dad, Mom, what are you doing here?"