Chapter 1: Childhood Bully
He felt the smoothness of the pebbles between his fingers, like small BB pellets in his hand. Examining them, he tossed them back onto the ground. The boys behind him smirked as he picked up a handful of more jagged rocks. Their serrated edges pressed into his palm and he rolled them casually in his hand. This has been his daily routine for as long he could remember. It brought him some form of contentment; fulfilling an empty part of him he would never realize existed until many years later. She was huddled by the tree before him and he grinned wickedly. There was a deep purple bruise beneath her eye and her face was inflamed from his punches. Her swollen lip had a bleeding gash from where he had hit it. In the moment she looked up, her piteous eyes pleading him to cease this torture, he hurled the rocks at her. He relished in the piercing scream that ripped from her throat.
He wasn't sure why he ever began to these terrible things, but he felt he had to. She always forgave him, no matter what he did. He hated it.
