He was your classmate, but you weren't very close. He was the wealthy man who lived with his family, while you were barely making out with your family.

He noticed you at the convenience store one day, looking for stuff to eat. He noticed your arm bruises, but you tried to conceal them with your long-sleeved sweater.

He approached you and cradled your chin to stare at you. He saw your puffy eyes and facial brushes.

"Who did this to you?" he asked, his teeth clenched.*