by R. K. Star
Now I had to quickly clean up any possible evidence of a fight and anything that belongs to me. While I was tidying up I heard the door open again. I stopped what I was doing and listened in. It was Stephanie’s mom and sister. They were setting up the table for supper now. I remember the entrance was visible from the dining room. I wouldn’t be able to leave the way I came in. I heard Stephanie’s mother telling her daughter to get Stephanie for supper. I heard her footsteps, she was coming upstairs. I hadn’t finished cleaning up but it was good enough. I hid in the closet as she came in to look for her sister but luckily she didn’t notice anything strange in the room and didn’t see me in the closet. I heard her knock on the washroom door and call for her sister but obviously there would be no response, then I heard her hurry back down.
This was my time to escape now. My only option was through the window. I heard the commotion downstairs now, they found it suspicious that Stephanie was in the bathroom but wasn’t responding. I was certain the concern was falling asleep in the bathroom and possible drowning.
I climbed out the window, and look down. There was no easy way to descend. I shimmy my way across to the corner with the drainpipe. I saw people go down from the second floor before on the drainpipe in the movies and it was worth the try. I heard the commotion inside the house, they were banging on the door and screaming. I tried to focus on my task. I grabbed the pipe but was too scared to take my foot off the platform. I wished I was home, I didn’t want this anymore. Moments passed before I realized if the neighbours saw me I would be a suspect and all my hard work would have been for naught. I forced my right foot off and tried to get a purchase point on the metal band fastening the pipe to the side of the building. It felt very unstable but I force my left foot off quickly and tried to get a foot holding. Slowly I descended down the pipe but immediately I lost my footing and my upper arm strained. I didn’t have the upper strength to hold me up and down I fell. My spirit held onto the pipe but my physical body fell. I watched as a third person. My spirit saw my body smash the bricks and cried as a mother would when her child fell. It rushed to caressed the bruises and cuts, kissing them gently. When I came back to, I realized my whole body ached, I fell hard on the ground. I forced myself up against my intuition telling me to stay down and rest.
It hurt every step I took but with every step I walked faster and faster until I went from a slow limp to a slow jog. I had to get out of here, I couldn’t let anyone find me. I didn’t turn back to look until I was well out of the neighbourhood. I walked normally after getting away from the crime scene. I suppressed the pain, pretending nothing had happen so as to not draw attention to myself. I felt relieved when I got home, but a greater sense of achievement tonight. Once I recovered, there be one more to go.
17
Senior Year
I laid on my bed nursing my wounds. I’ve been very lethargic; my body burned in pain and scream for easement when I moved. I rolled in my bed aching in pain but with a grin on my face. The recent memories of my actions flashed in my head. It amused me to relive the moments before Joan’s death and before Stephanie’s death.
I thought back to the time I told myself one more to go, one more year. It was my senior year and I would be finished with high school after this. The trouble was trying to hide under a rock when there was no rock, it was an open field. If I could avoid Lisa, Stephanie and Joan then I would have an acceptable time at school but I was a gazelle and there were three lionesses hunting me in the vast savanna.
Why did I have to crawl away in cowardice or hide in shame when I did nothing wrong? It was hard, I was imprisoned for no crimes committed yet my sentence was to suffer and it was a price I paid in full several times over. A moment came to my mind when I was playing football in physical education class. The teacher separated us into two groups to play against each other. I was having more fun than usual because I could enjoy the outdoors and stretch my legs. I could easily run away from the girls and do my own thing on the side.
One of her friends made a gentle throw with the football and Lisa stood there like an idiot waiting for the ball to fall into her hands. I can’t remember what came over me but I intercepted it and caught the ball. It was thrown gently so it was easy to catch. I’m guessing the boy who threw it was afraid of throwing it harder and faster and risking the chance of being yell at when Lisa couldn’t catch it. After I caught the ball I saw Lisa face was wrinkled up and her brows furrowed, she was annoyed. I ran to the opposite side and scored for my team. Immediately after I passed the goal line I regretted intercepting and taking the ball and the goal from Lisa’s team. She was furious now.
Stupid, how could I have been so stupid. I should have let Lisa’s team win. Why did I have to take from Lisa. I knew she would get back at me. It could be later today or it could be another day after she had some time to plot.
Throughout the day I was very spooked. I kept jumping in shock, I felt something was going to happen at any moment. I remember someone touch me on my back shoulder by accident and I shriek out causing everyone to stare at me as if I had mental issues. I knew people already thought of me in the worst way possible. Once I tried to change their perception of me but it was so deep and strong that it was impossible to fight a current of negative impressions and the imagery of my character. My peers were fed lies and gossip that spread like wildfire and before I knew it I was alone.
I kept my guard up throughout the whole day, everyday. I knew they would get me sooner or later. They don’t forgive and never forget. The best I could do was delay and avoid. Once they almost caught me off guard as I went into the washroom. I forgot to check to make sure they weren’t nearby before. When I got into the bathroom the three of them came in after me but luckily for me it was filled with other girls and they didn’t make a move. I was free to use the washroom facility as I pleased. I could urinate or wash my hands without fear this time.
Not too long ago in the past, Lisa, Stephanie and Joan followed me into the washroom. I remember they were staring at me in the corner but I didn’t think they would follow me. I remember that day very vividly. My bladder was full and being squeezed. I could hold it no more. Often I had to hold my bladder as I couldn’t leave in the middle of class to use the washroom in fear what would happen to my notes or backpack while I was absent. That time there was no one in the washroom. I was urinating peacefully and it felt great to empty my bladder taking the pressure away from my abdominal region. I heard the washroom door open but couldn’t see any feet or hear any sound, it was silent. I was scared to leave my stall and my intuition told me not to leave, I could sense evil nearby. I peeked underneath the stall but couldn’t see any feet. I mustered all the courage in me and open the stall door. The unlocking the bolt mechanism made a loud click after which I heard rapid footsteps. I knew I should have lock the bolt back in place but my hands froze in place. The stall door was slammed open and there was Lisa, Stephanie and Joan. I knew it was them but hoping for something else. I put my hands up and tried to fight them off so I could close the stall door again but it was no use. They grabbed my arms and tried to drag me out. Lisa got a hold of my hair and pull my head down. My attempt at resisting was futile and I fell to the floor. They spat on me and called me nasty names. Lisa grabbed me by the hair again and with Stephanie and Joan’s help, they dragged me to the toilet bowl and push my face into it. I heard Lisa shouting clean your face you filthy bitch as she flushed the toilet. It was ironic they told me to clean myself up but I wouldn’t be so filthy if they didn’t use me to mop the floor and spit on me. The water filled up the toilet bowl and I panicked. I took a breath through my nostril and filled my lungs with water which made me cough and take another breath in, making it worse. The water quickly drained and I could breathe again. I remember I was coughing and felt the water inside me. Then I heard another flush and Lisa pushed my head further down the toilet bowl. I quickly grabbed a breath of air and held it in my lungs before the water filled up. There wasn’t as much water t
his time, the water tank was completely drained. Lisa knew that and with another push of my head she left me there.
I didn’t want to imagine how many times people urinate and defecated on that toilet. I knew the janitor’s cleaning job wasn’t bad but I was having a moment of hysteria. I knew they were capable of anything but couldn’t believe they stuck my head in a filthy toilet bowl. I laughed with a terrorizing manic shriek. I felt my head was soak with germs and it didn’t help I was a germophobe. My breathing increased, I was taking small quick breaths and I started to hyperventilate. Luckily for me I realized it and calm myself down. I was able to take very slow deep breaths. I cleaned myself as best as I could on the sink but I couldn’t stand the disgust and I just left for home that day. Never had I skipped class but that day I was making an exception. That happened when I did nothing to upset any of them. This time I upset Lisa so I just had to wait, she was going to get me, all I had to do was wait.
I remember the day when Lisa finally got back at me for what I had done during physical education. Ironically, she got me back during physical education class. In the afternoon we were playing soccer and I thought I was safe. Usually a game in the open field was safe for me and so I wasn’t as alert and didn’t pay attention to my surroundings. I was playing soccer with my peers at the beginning but it was more of me just running back and forth as no one would ever pass the ball to me. If you were a bystander watching the game you would imagine I’m doing very well, trying to position myself and make myself open for the opportunity. However, I only got the ball when it was kicked indirectly towards me or someone kicked it haphazardly and went out of bound. I didn’t mind doing a bit of jogging to get the ball back. It gave me an opportunity to participate and physical education was about fitness so doing a sprint here and there was good for my body.
When the phys-ed teacher left, I walked over to the swings. It always relaxed me to swing back and forth on a swing. I understood why mothers would rock their babies in the cradle, it was to help them sleep.
As I swung I could see other students walk away. They were the students that were already doing drugs and didn’t care about their lives. They walked into the nearby forest. Another group of students, the nerds and obese people who weren’t welcome to participate in the sport. They weren’t athletic enough and got in the way of the jocks who were playing aggressively and seriously. They walked to the side of the school, sat down and started talking about geeky stuff. The last group were the gothic people and free spirited one who really had a mindset of their own and couldn’t be bother about a silly game as they would call it. They form a circle and laid on the grass far away enough from the soccer field where they wouldn’t disturb them and wouldn’t be disturbed themselves. Then there was me, all alone on the swings. I got myself going at a moderate speed. The momentum would bring me forward and backwards with little effort on my part and it was very relaxing.
When I swung on the swing my field of vision was limited and before I knew it I saw Lisa nearby me. I sat up straight on the swing to create drag slowing me down instantly. I looked behind me and saw Joan and Stephanie. They surrounded me. I notice my classmates were all gone. There was still ten minutes before the class was over, there was no way everyone would have left so earlier unless they told them to leave. I could make a sprint for it but I was certain the one blocking me would dive to grab me. I could most certainly break free from her grasp but before I know it the other two would be on me, and in the end, they would have me.
I decided to fight them. Joan tried to grab my left arm, I side stepped and jabbed her, right on the nose. Then I felt a yank on my scalp and my head bolted backwards. Then Lisa grabbed my right arm. They worked in coordination and dragged me to one of the post of the swing stand. I fought as hard as I could and gave them a hard time to restrain me but then I heard the crackling sound. I felt something sticky on my skin, they were taping my hands together. I tried to keep my arms apart but with three against one it was a futile attempt. Once they taped my arms together I wasn’t able to put up much of a fight. Lisa brought out a pair of scissors and cut my shirt and bra off. Then they taped me to the post. I was screaming and cursing furiously but then Lisa slapped me twice against the cheek and that smarten me up. They were going to do what they were going to do whether I fought or scream or cried but somethings may result in more pain to myself. I still detested with my body but I halted the screaming. They taped my mouth shut, told me to enjoy myself and walked away. I was thankful they didn’t take off my shorts and leave me completely naked. If they left me completely naked out in public my mentality would have been broken.
There I was taped to a post facing the street. Suddenly I realized why they did what they did. They knew I frequent the swings often when the teacher walked off. They wanted to embarrass me. I faced the street with my breasts for all the pedestrians who walked by and drivers who drove by to view. I saw men walk by and whistle at me and yelled out nice tits. Cars would honk as they passed by. One car even u-turned to come around for a better view.
I tried calling for help but no sounds came from my mouth, only a muffled murmur. I twisted one way then the other way and kept wiggling. They did a sloppy taping job and left some room. I managed to loosen the tape enough so it was no longer bound to the poll. I was still trap on the poll because my arms were taped behind the post at my wrist. My fingers were free, they did a sloppy job again. I could feel the end of the tape and slowly, millimetre by millimetre I removed the tape and freed myself.
I saw students just starting to leave the school building. I made it in time before all the students walked by and saw me. It was the end of sixth period now, took me two hours to free myself and I gave a good number of people a nice view of my bare chest. I tied my cut shirt around my breasts and ran back toward the gymnasium. I prayed my bag was still there, I had my clothes there and I could change back to my school attire. I prayed and hope for my bag I didn’t even care about reporting the girls to the teachers or authorities. It would be their word against mines and it would get me nowhere. I only hope my bag was still there and that would be enough. Lucky again, the girls forgot to take it, it was still in the corner where I left it. Strangely no one took it.
I came back to my senses, soaked with sweat. I had dozed off. I was recollecting my memories then dozed off and relived the horror. I was in a panic furor and was sweating profusely before waking. My resolve was absolute, I was going to have my revenge on Lisa. She going to get what she deserves.
18
Lisa Angen
Lisa got out of her car and tossed back her beautiful brown curls. She had a summer dress on that was above knee, and revealing most of her thigh. She wasn’t afraid to show off and why should she, with a goddess body of smooth cream skin. She wasn’t wearing a bra and you could faintly make out her breasts. I wouldn’t be surprise if a gust of wind blew up her skirt and confirm my suspicion that she wasn’t even wearing underpants. Even if the wind blew up her dress and her butt or vagina was visible to everyone it wouldn’t phase her. She would flaunt it and tease you, inviting everyone for a taste but giving none. She was with a man that I assume was her boyfriend. He appeared not to be bother how much skin and cleavage she was revealing.
I was jealous of her. She had legs that were long and skinny that ran from the ground up to the sky, long beautiful legs. She had a skinny inner thigh creating the sexual openness near her crotch. She didn’t need fake nails because she had gorgeous long nails on slender fingers. Her hips were very curvy and waist gently narrower, defining the desirable classic hourglass shape. Her breast was perky and stood at attention, a perfect c-cup size. Long neck elevating the head to higher status. Her face had beautiful soft tones, feminine velvety jaw lines with contoured eye brows. Flawless skin, no pimple scars, no sun spots or moles, a complete even tone one stretch to the other. The left side of her face was symmetrical to her right side. The forehead, middle face and lower face were all proportionally a third.
Se
veral times I called Lisa a stupid ugly bitch in the past but in honesty she was the complete opposite. She had everything, why did she have to tease me and bully me for six years from junior high to high school. There was no way her self-esteem was low. I knew she knew how gorgeous she was and she walked with poise, she exuded an aurora of confidence.
I knew life was never fair but life treated me in a cruel way. It gave me an amazing gift but why did it make so many terrible things happen on me. I could understand the mind of vigilantes. The idea of taking justice into your own hand made so much more sense. Why should I wait for others to convict and punish someone for a crime they committed against me. Why give them the chance to fight it off in court. Innocent until proven guilty doesn’t make sense when you know what they have done. I know what Lisa has done to me, no one can deny the heinous acts committed against me. Why should I let a judge or some paper that dictates what is a fair punishment for what she has done. She harmed me, me! I should decide an equal retribution on her, not someone else who doesn’t know what I went through or the suffering I endured. The pleasure of punishment should be for the ones that have suffered. Only those who suffered are worthy of relishing the verdict and retribution.
Lisa would be mines soon. She enjoyed a very good life until now. Sometimes it’s better to have one excellent day than a hundred regular days. Lisa had many excellent days and now it’s my turn for a good day. She put me through hundreds and hundreds of bad days but now it’s my turn for a good one.
Lisa would be an easy target. She lived in a bachelor condo suite that catered to college students. They were all wealthy and lived the party life style, oblivious to their surroundings. Every night there were a few parties scattered throughout the condo. The hallways were filled with lively noise and loud dancing music beating on the wall, sometimes the music was loud enough you could feel the floor boards vibrate and the walls dancing to the beat. Behind closed doors and some open, you could hear the moans of satisfaction of every orgy that went throughout the night of the bodies in heat.