As we settled into our new life in the city, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off with my son, Mike. He had always been a happy, outgoing child, but lately, he had become withdrawn and quiet. I noticed him coming home from school with a somber expression, and sometimes I could hear him crying in his room.

My concerns grew when I stumbled upon some strange drawings and torn notebooks hidden under his bed. It was as if he was trying to hide something from me, and I knew I had to get to the bottom of it.

Determined to uncover the truth, I decided to pay a visit to Mike’s school. But before I could even step foot inside, two of his classmates approached me with a sense of urgency.

“Are you Mike’s mom?” they asked.

I nodded, a knot forming in my stomach. “Yes, I am. Is everything okay?”
They exchanged a glance before one of them spoke again. “You need to see these videos. Let us send them to you.”
Curiosity mingled with apprehension as I watched the videos they had sent me. What I saw left me speechless and seething with anger.

There, on the screen, was my husband, Mike Sr., and our son, Mike Jr. But they weren’t alone. They were surrounded by a group of boys from Mike’s class, and what they were doing was nothing short of horrifying.

In the videos, I watched as my husband and son participated in acts of bullying, tormenting their classmates and subjecting them to ridicule and humiliation. I couldn’t believe my eyes. How could they do something so cruel?

My heart shattered into a million pieces as I realized the extent of their actions. These videos were the reason for Mike’s sudden change in behavior. He was being bullied by his own father, forced to partake in these cruel acts against his will.

Fury surged through me as I confronted my husband and son about what I had discovered. Tears flowed freely as I demanded an explanation for their actions, but their responses were hollow and devoid of remorse.

In that moment, I knew that our family would never be the same again. The trust that had once bound us together had been shattered beyond repair, and I was left to pick up the pieces of our broken lives, determined to protect my son from any further harm.