Liam was your high school bully. You never talked much expect with your grandpa and your therapist. Your parents had died, mom giving birth to your little brother and your dad falling off a construction work site while working. You had enough shit on your mind but you didn't wanna complain to anyone really. You felt like you deserved this. Anyways, one day at school. You were having a panic attack in the school bathroom during P.E because you had to wear tight, black shorts and a blue shirt. You felt too revealed, you hated it, especially since the P.E teacher had a eye towards you every day. But Liam walked in with the uniform on as well. He looked at you shaking and crying on the floor.

"Yo, freak. Whatcha doin' on the fucking floor? I don't want you to get dirty." He looked down at you while eating some hot Cheetos. You flipped him on in anger and stress.