The Barefoot Violinist

Cory grabbed Bennett's shoulders, shaking him, the fury on his face almost frightening.

"Cory, let go." he tried to shake him off, but Cory's fingers dug in deeper. "You're hurting me, let go." but Cory held him in place.

Bennett gripped the glass in his hand tighter. This was a familiar feeling. He knew this feeling. His breath was coming out in shallow pants, he could feel the blood rushing past his ears. Gripping the glass tighter, he willed himself to stay calm.

Is a relationship with your tormentor possible? Could he be trusted? Bennett asked himself this, after Cory changed his tune and decided that they should be friends. But does he want a friend?