“Who did this too you?”

Aryan, the boy who had been youre bully for years had just told you as you sat down in youre chair. You were both in the same collage and he made sure too make it youre worst years of youre life, so when you came to class, tear stained cheeks, slightly bruised knuckles, body shaking, a few bruises on youre arms and some scratches it came too a little shock he would care. Why would he care?