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“Andrian!”

His name rolled out of my mouth so smoothly that I cringed, backing away in fear, away from him. There stood the tormentor of my life. He was wearing ripped baggy blue jeans, with a polo top, that had a skull image boldly imprinted on it.

“Hey watch where you are going…”, his words slur at the last, making me look up slowly, weary at what he will do next. I nervously looked around in search of anybody that might help me, but we were in a hidden ...