My Bully's Punishment

I hate boys, period. Ever since I was bullied consistently on third grade, I decided that I would never want to interact with anyone amongst their kind ever again. I dumped myself in silence for years while keeping my left hand busy writing secret diaries alone. I thought I was safe now, especially when I seemed to be a non-existent person in society. However, one of them started noticing me again and of course, in a negative way. He was Gabriel, the bully who tried everything to get me pissed. Now, he is the reason why I broke both my legs, keeping me lodged in a wheelchair, walking with painful crutches 24/7. I believe he deserves a severe punishment and that's to be my personal caretaker. In the other hand, mom hires a private therapist who seems to change my perspetive about boys. He was an exception, an absolute gentleman. I would die to entitle him as my first crush.