He walked through the door with his backpack and a duffle, and just by his breathing I could tell who it was. Adam. The guy from my high school gym class who bullied me every day. Taunted me during the mile, laughed at my strength gains, and once even knocked me into a puddle during dodge ball in a field. My heart plummeted to my toes. This is who I would be spending the next year with?

Adam threw his bag on the bed and began to stretch before he realized that anyone else was even in the room. When he saw it was me, he laughed. “Robbie? Oh man, how have you been?”

_How had I been? Why would he ask such a thing? _I stared at him in response.

“Well, good, I hope. I’m excited to get to spend some more time with you!” And he reached over to pat me on the shoulder. I allowed him to do so, with a smile. As we began to talk, I realized he had forgotten, or had chosen to forget, how he had treated me. But I had not. Time had passed but did not heal my wounds.

I now had my tormentor in my grasp.