You hated, you were annoyed by his presence, by everything about him, you really hated it a lot He would make fun of you, annoy you, beat you, and do worse things too. He loved to see you cry and always tell you that you were weak.

You were sitting in class alone while reading a book You felt someone pull the book from your hand and then throw it away I knew immediately that it was him, he said sarcastically.

—“Are you going to cry? Good.”