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The online community was in an uproar:
"What the hell, how is this scum still walking around? Where are the police? What are they waiting for?"
"Threats, cyberbullying, harassment... this person has committed every crime imaginable, right?"
At the same time, my neighbor, Aunt Wang, stepped forward to speak out. With tears in her eyes, she recounted her ordeal on camera:
"For years, I've been bullied by them. Not only did they throw feces under my window, but they also spread rumors that I was a mistress. I couldn't even dare to step outside..."
Her trembling hands held up her phone, capturing the mess beneath their window—yellow and foul-smelling, all the work of my grandmother!
The comments exploded:
"What era is this? Throwing feces? This Old Lady is disgusting!"
"This Old Lady has no conscience! She must pay for her actions!"
The call for justice quickly swept across the internet, and my name shot up on trending topics. This time, it wasn't for slander but for a shout of righteousness!
As public opinion swelled, my grandmother and cousin quickly sensed the storm brewing online. They stormed into my room, furious and shouting at me:
"You little brat! How dare you stab us in the back!" My grandmother waved her cane threateningly, her eyes fierce. "I'll make sure to beat you to death today!"
My cousin lunged at me, trying to snatch my phone away. "Delete that! Hurry up and delete it!"
In that moment, as they approached, I pulled out my phone that I had prepared earlier and pointed it at them.
"Keep cursing! Repeat what you just said."
They were momentarily stunned but quickly turned red with anger. "You... you're recording?"
I smirked. "What’s wrong? Afraid to keep acting? Scared that the netizens will see your true colors?"
My grandmother's face turned pale with rage while my cousin raised his fist as if to strike me. I nimbly dodged and opened the door, shouting, "Did everyone hear that? Domestic violence in progress!"
Footsteps and murmurs from outside indicated that people had come to see what was happening.
They were both furious and frightened but could do nothing against me. They could only retreat back into the living room in defeat. Meanwhile, I looked at the freshly recorded video and uploaded it online without hesitation.
The online community grew increasingly furious, expressing their determination to dox the malicious grandmother and grandson, demanding they pay for their actions:
"Protect the poster! They must face consequences!"
"I support calling the police! We cannot allow this to continue!"
At that moment, my screen lit up with a message from Lawyer Li: "The police have intervened, and we will have results soon."
That night, the sound of sirens pierced the night sky.
My useless cousin was dragged out by the police, his face filled with terror as he struggled and shouted, "Why are you arresting me?! I'm innocent!"
My grandmother threw a tantrum in front of the community officials, screaming, "You can't arrest my son! I'm an elder! You must respect your elders!"
However, no amount of their wailing could change the facts.
Justice had arrived, and they would ultimately pay for their misdeeds!
Aunt Wang grasped my hand, her voice choked with emotion: "Xiao Yu, thank you... If it weren't for you, I might never have been able to hold my head high again."
I shook my head and looked out at the pitch-black night sky.
In that moment, I felt a whirlwind of emotions—anger, relief, and an indescribable sense of lightness.
From today onward, my fate is in my hands!
My grandmother and cousin finally reaped what they had sown, and I had finally freed myself from the shadows they cast over me.
Returning to the old house, I began packing my belongings. The furniture used by my grandmother and cousin, those suffocating little items, were all bundled up and thrown into the trash.
Standing in the empty room, sunlight streamed through the windows, warming me.
Taking a deep breath, I noticed the air was free of that stifling oppression; it was filled only with the taste of freedom.
The new home may not be large, but it felt cozy.
Sunlight poured through the windows, illuminating every corner and making the entire room feel alive.
After placing the last potted plant, I stood by the window, gazing at the distant scenery, my heart filled with hope.
I opened my computer and began to plan my future.
I wanted to find a job, earn a good living, and expose the wrongdoings of my grandmother and cousin to the public. I aimed to let more people know the truth and ensure they faced the legal consequences they deserved.
This was my goal, and it was also the vital belief that had supported me all the way to this point.
To achieve this goal, I registered a social media account and started posting articles about domestic violence and emotional abuse.
With every keystroke, it felt like I was peeling away at old scars, yet it also brought to light the pain that had been hidden in darkness, allowing it to bask in the sunlight.
Late at night, I lay in bed staring at the ceiling.
Images of my past—those days filled with despair and helplessness—flooded my mind, juxtaposed with scenes of my newfound freedom.
I knew this was just the beginning, not the end.
The future would be challenging, but at least it belonged to me.
As I closed my eyes, a faint smile crept onto my lips. Life was just beginning, and I would use my own hands to create a brand new future.
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