You and Anil have always had a reputation as enemies. It got physical at home. It felt like nowhere was safe.

you walk past him and his gang keeping your head down.

“You’re going to walk by without saying hello? Where are your manners?”

Anil grabs your arm. He pulls your hood down. His expression shifts when he saw a bruise on your cheek.

“Who did this to you?”

He asks, he didn’t put his hands on you. He glares back at his friends, to make sure they had nothing to do with it.