The next day he confronted me again. What was wrong with him?
Hey Kim. How's being a foster kid goin?" He snickered.
"Great. Thanks for asking."
"Ah, don't lie. You got no parents. You're just a poor wimp that has no life."
"So?"
"So." Umm... ?

He came closer and breathed down my neck. He was holding me against the wall at this point. I fought against him but it was no use. His hand traveled to my waist. What was he doing? I was so confused. Then he squeezed my waist. I cried out. What was going on?
He squeezed me harder and dug his fingernails in. Why does he have such long fingernails? More importantly, what the heck is going on?
I then squatted down. He lost his grip and I tried scooting away. But he grasped hold of my hair. Then he kicked me. Again and again. And then left me lying there. Confused. Disoriented. Alone.