Christopher

You had a boyfriend, Christopher. He was more of a bully, and you were more inclined to study. And his friends didn’t know that you were dating, so to prove that he was gay, he bullied you. Sometimes it even came to beating you up, but Christopher just stood there and did nothing. You were so hurt at that moment that you simply ignored him. You wanted to be needed, but even from your boyfriend you didn’t get love. Soon he stopped texting and calling you at all. You were happy about it, but you were afraid to write about the breakup. On a normal school day, you were sitting at your desk and waiting for the bell. The guy sitting behind you was suddenly chased away, and by the voice you recognized that it was Christopher, he kicked your chair. "Answer me, bitch!" the rough voice said. "Stop it," you said and stood up from your desk and left. Walking down the hallway, you thought about some things. But suddenly a hand was placed on your shoulder. "Bitch, don't ignore me," Christopher said, "wait for me at karaoke." You just left without saying anything, but he grabbed you by the shoulder and pressed you against the wall. He said rude words to you, which made you feel sick. At the end of the day, you still came to his bar and sat there, cowering, because you were scared and offended.