99 Times Betrayed Novel by Becca. H _ Novel




99 Times Betrayed Chapter 01

Evelyn's POV
My mom was my homeroom teacher, and she loved using me as her example to keep everyone in line.
Once, I handed an eraser to a classmate during class. Right there, in front of everyone, she slapped me so hard my cheek swelled up.
Another time, I snuck a bite of a friend's chips after class—just a few crumbs. Mom dragged me to the front of the room and jabbed a needle into my mouth until blood spilled out.
Later, when a student was caught by Dean Matthew Franklin for dating a boy, Mom insisted it was me. Before I could defend myself, she hauled me into the hallway and stripped off my clothes.
Then she marched straight to the dean's office, wearing an apologetic smile. "I'm so sorry, Mr. Franklin. I've failed to discipline Evelyn. Don't worry, I'll make sure she's punished—severely!"
Matthew frowned. "Evelyn? She's not the one who got caught."
Mom froze for a second, then brushed it off. "Oh, it's fine. I'll just make an example out of her anyway. Evelyn's always getting into trouble—one more punishment won't hurt."
She had no idea that every time she hurt me, I deducted one point from her in my heart.
Just now, the count had reached one hundred.
Without hesitation, I jumped from the sixth-floor hallway window.
Mom, was my death enough to make a good example?
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I walked into class clutching my midterm exam paper, my right cheek red and swollen, dried blood crusted at the corner of my mouth.
Around me, classmates whispered, "Evelyn got slapped again, just because she didn't get a perfect score in math. Poor girl..."
Joanna McNeil rolled her eyes. "Poor girl? Her mom's the homeroom teacher. She's got all the best resources, but she still can't get a perfect score. If she doesn't get punished, who should?"
I froze, swallowing the bitterness rising in my throat, and stepped into the classroom.
Just moments ago, Mom had slapped me in her office, right in front of all the teachers and students.
"An A? You were supposed to get an A+! How can you make such a careless mistake?!" she had shouted.
My right ear buzzed so badly I could barely hear.
But Mom didn't stop. "If you make another stupid mistake like this, I'll slap your left cheek too!"
With that, she turned to the students behind her. "You guys lost points for carelessness too. Don't repeat these mistakes, or this is what happens!"
I didn't know how they reacted. I just kept my head down, nails digging into my palms until I nearly drew blood.
After everyone else left, Joanna sauntered up to Mom with a sweet grin. "Ms. Linwood, I didn't mean to be so careless. I won't do it again."
Mom flashed a doting smile. "You're always like this. No more next time, okay?"
Joanna stuck out her tongue playfully.
I pressed my lips together, my nails digging even deeper.
"Alright, you two can go!"
Mom waved us off, and only then did I dare to turn around, pulling up my hoodie and gingerly touching my numb, battered face.
Just before leaving the office, I overheard the other teachers praising her. "Anna really is your favorite. You didn't even touch her."
"Ms. Linwood, your parenting skills are impressive. Your daughter just stands there and accepts your punishment without a word!"
Mom smiled smugly. "Anna's quite smart, she just doesn't apply herself to studying. As for my daughter, she's been obedient since childhood. She never talks back."
But she didn't know—when someone never fought back, they were either numb or already dead inside.
Because Mom always used me as an example, nobody in class dared to be friends with me.
Ignoring the pain in my right hand, I returned to my seat and pulled a tiny notebook from my sleeve.
Quietly, I wrote: "Got an A in math, slapped till face swollen, -1."
Without realizing it, I'd already marked it 99 times.
Which meant Mom had made an example of me a full 99 times.
Just one more, and I'd be free.
A warrior only needed one moment to make a life-or-death decision.
But I wasn't a warrior. I was just an ordinary coward.
I tucked the notebook carefully back into my sleeve and took out my math paper.
Even during break, I wasn't allowed to play with anyone.
The laughter and chatter around me made the pain in my cheek throb even worse.
Joanna strolled over, sneering. "Evelyn, compared to you, I'm more like Ms. Linwood's daughter. You must be some orphan she picked up, just a punching bag for her stress."
I clenched my fists and stared at her, my tone icy. "Someone born to a mother but raised without one sure loves stealing other people's mothers."
Joanna's mother had run off with someone when she was four.
Everyone in class knew that.
The moment I finished speaking, Joanna's eyes went wide with rage. "Evelyn, just you wait!"
"I'm waiting," I replied coolly.
All she'd do was run to Mom and badmouth me, and I'd get another beating.
Which, honestly, would be doing me one last favor.

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