"What are you looking at?" he said sharply, glaring at me.
"w-wWhat did you do?" iI said in pain, trying to figure out what he causedid.
"mMe? wWhat did iI do?" he said sarcastically.
"wWhat have iI done to you?" iI said in a lower voice.
"nNothing. iIt's just your presence makes me sick," he said as he walked closer to me.
"d-dDon't come any closer," I said with a looked inof fear ands I stepped back.
"aActually," he reached me and grabbed my hand, "yYou did something that you shouldn't hadve tdone."
iI shaooked my hand and said, "lLet..go." tTears began showing up. "cCrying is the only thing that you can do," he said as he shoved me hard to the floor. iI hit my head, and then everything become black.