#my brothers or my parents none of them would kniw why even if i said it to thwir face

[this-should-do]

venting dont mind me xp ✌

[prorevenge]

The Water Fountain Incident

So, my brother and I are highly competitive. We fight, argue and try to outdo the other. This happened late last year and we still laugh over it due to the stupidity. I don’t know if this counts as revenge, but It’s pretty funny.

I was trying to play Soccer, (attempting and failing horribly. I was a bench warmer the entire Season and only played once every three games if it wasn’t a big one,) and my dad and brother was trying to help. Well, he (my brother) swept my legs out from beneath me and I landed in the ground.

The air was swiftly knocked frim my lungs and I started panicking when I couldn’t breathe. I was hitting the ground and was turning blue before my dad stopped my panicking allowing me to breathe. It hurt so bad, and we found out I had a HUGE bruise on the right side of my body where I fell.

Fast forward to about a week, it was healing but still very sore. I got pulled aside multiple times asking if my home life was good and had to tell the embarrassing story to not only my senior teammates but also my coaches, PE teacher and principal along with my Headmaster.

I was a clumsy person, and everyone knew this. However, one kid pushed it to the extreme. He poked my bruised side and during PE he would constantly throw balls or push me into the wall on my injured side. He would not only mock me, but my family. None of them except my little sister attended the same school as me. Well, one day I was bitching about him and forgot my sister was there.

She of course, knew who I was talking about and spilled all the bad shit I was saying about him, TO HIM. He confronted me and got in my face about it. Of course, I got pissed off and told him to f*ck off and if he didn’t that I would wipe the floor with his sorry ass.

Now, I would say I’m a very nice person. My signature rule is that people can mock me, but can’t mick my family otherwise I’ll tell them off. I have to have a punch thrown at me or my younger siblings to throw a punch AND I do NOT allow any unconsented touching, especially my boobs, butt and womanhood.

I was sexually assaulted when I was younger, and therefore have absolutely NO tolerance to touching. If you touch me without me knowing I’ll punch you. Fight reflex.

Well, this school had a combined lunch period, all the highschool students sat in one HUGE ASS lunchroom. I sat with a few upperclass men and would talk about stuff. (Cars, Sports, Video Games, etc.,) and we’d occasionally talk about our horrible home lives. (We were all abused, verbally or physically.)

I got thirsty, and since I’m on my ADHD meds, I don’t really eat. I forgot my meds that morning and settled with only my afternoon pills and had them in my hand walking up to the water fountain. I told the teachers that I had them and they of course, asked me to text my mom to see if it’s true. Of course, my mom texted back saying it was and I resumed walking to the water fountain.

I popped the pills in my mouth and drank some water, I was still thirsty so decided to drink some more until I felt a hand on my butt that squeezed one of my butt cheeks. Without thinking, or even seeing who it was, I turned around, grabbed a fistful of hair and slammed the pervert’s face into the water fountain.

Turns out, it was that dude. So, I pretended not to notice and slammed his head into the water fountain. Again. And again, and again until two of his buddies rushed over with some of the football team and the teachers. They pulled me off of him and we were sat down on seperate parts of the lunch table. The police came in and so did the school nurse. They asked us question and I told them everything.

Told them about me falling and playing soccer, him mocking me, pushing me into the wall purposely, then grabbing my ass. I also told them I had a fight reflex and explained why. They understood and quickly asked the boy why he did it and all he said was: “didn’t think she’d fuck me up.” I then proceeded to tell him I told him I’d wipe the floor with him, but I didn’t plan it would be not only in front of his friends, but the ENTIRE high school. This of course, made the officers chuckle and stuff because they see I’m utterly done with his shit.

That’s when they ask about pressing charges. I shrug and I grab my phone and call up my mom, telling them I’d have to consolt her since I’m not old enough to really make that decision alone. The whole situation didn’t bother me, in fact, I felt good I put the school asshole on his ass.

Anyway, I call my mom and she picks up, I tell her what happens and she stops. “What’s his last name again hun?” I tell her the last name and my mom laughs. She calls in someone into her office and I see out if the corner of my eyes the boy turns pale.

My mom asks if the boy is her son and the lady nods. My mom starts to tell her all the things he did to me and there’s a silence on the phone. I go to ask if their still there until the lady shoots off in German curses and switches to English. “You know better than to do such a thing!” Then proceeds to chew him out in front of the high school, police, teachers, principal and headmaster.

My mom says that we won’t press charges, and she’s confident that her co-worker will take care of it. She hangs up the phone and I just look at the boy. He’s pale faced and barely breathing. I want to laugh but my kind heart makes me want to hug him, despite all the shit he’s put me through.

Weeks go by, and my parents tell us to dress up nice and stuff. I’m in a nice dress, the bruise is finally gone, and I don’t have an acne breakout. Life’s going great. Well, I go to open the door only to see my mom’s co-worker, her husband and dreadfully their child.

I allow them in, and their all dressed nicely as well and I take their jackets and such. I hang them on the coat hanger by the door and I turn around to see the boy. Out of instinct I slap his arm and he seems confused. I instantly apologize and he seems to realize that I have a fight reflex.

He asks about it and I shrug, not wanting to tell the dude about it. Of course, he goes snooping around and finds pictures of me and my molester when I was younger. They were all ripped, and he asks me about them. Being the trusting person I am, I tell him. He seems extremely uncomfortable with the information and I proceed to tell him that it happened long ago, that its all in the past.

He tells me that he’s really sorry and he just thought that he’d be able to tell me how he’s really feeling. I get confused and he comes out saying he likes me and that he didn’t really kniw how to show it, and when he grabbed my ass he was going to confess. Until I slammed his face into the water fountain.

Of course, I start freaking out and panicking. Not good at social situations like this at all. Of course, his mother is a nurse like mine and he’s been taught about anxiety attacks and helps me calm down a bit. We talk and such and I told him I’m not ready for a relationship sadly, but I want to get to know him and give him another chance. (Forgive and No Forgetting.)

Of course we grow close and now we’re happily together. We all laugh about this from time to time and he still dies in embarrassment and shame every single time. I constantly thank my brother and I’s competitive nature, otherwise this boy probably wouldn’t be mine.

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