Wolfram back away from her, heart pounding in his chest. He had never called anyone a freak before. But people always called him one. He backed into the darkest corner, guilt welling in his chest, threatening to break him even farther down. "Liar." He hissed. "Creep. Abuser. Psycho." His back hit the wall, but the insults kept coming, harsher each time. "Freak! You're a freak! I hate you! Stop lying to me and admit what you did!" He was trembling, voice breaking and hoarse. "I can't...I can't...liar....you're a liar...you're psychotic...." He sank to the ground, burying his head in his hands.