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Faggot
He was a chunky, awkward, and short 15 year old
who wore coke bottle glasses, spoke with a slight lisp and walked with a gimpy step due to his left leg being two inches longer than his right School was not a kind place for him because of his lisp and awkward walk nearly everyone called him “faggot” Although he was tormented by the majority of the student body the jocks gave it to him the worst when walking through the hallways to class, they’d regularly slap him upside the head shove him into a locker, or play keep away with his glasses On account of a medical condition, he’d occasionally have to use crutches or a wheelchair and the jocks especially enjoyed attacking him then often kicking his crutches out from underneath him or dumping him out of his wheelchair As bad as his walks through the hallways were gym class was most horrific for him he’d always be picked last for teams tripped up spit on and intentionally fouled roughly during games After class, in the locker room, was where he got it the worst one of the most menacing jocks, a 6’4, muscular linebacker everyone called “Mad Dog” would administer the boy a variety of wedgies, such as the “Melvin” which involved pulling the boy’s tighty whitey’s up from the front, causing much pain to his genitals or the “atomic wedgie,” where Mad Dog’d sneak up from behind and hoist the waistband of the boy’s underwear up and over the boy’s head The most painful wedgie of all, though, was the “hanging wedgie,” in which the boy would be hung by the waistband of his underwear elevated from the ground and sometimes twirled around in airborne circles and once released flung clear across the distance of the locker room Every once in a while the jocks had contests to see who could make the boy fly the farthest via such maneuvers The wedgie attacks, name calling, and hallway beatings turned increasingly violent eventually reaching a crescendo one day after school when a group of jocks ambushed the boy in the bathroom while he was urinating They seized him from behind, pushed his face into the piss filled urinal trough pulled his pants down to his ankles and forced a hard green banana up into his ass laughing madly the jocks raped him brutally with the piece of produce yelling such things as “you know you like it, faggot!” among other taunts Mad Dog even filmed the incident on his cell phone joking about how he was going to put it on the internet After sodomizing the boy for a minute or two the jocks removed the banana from his bleeding anus and threw him to the cold tile floor One of the jocks spontaneously plucked a live cockroach off the graffiti covered bathroom wall shoved it into the boy’s mouth held his jaw shut and made him swallow it which elicited a boisterous round of applause from the group The jocks then filed out the door high fiving each other still laughing hysterically The boy stumbled up to his feet vomited into the urinal trough pulled up his pants and limped home where he showered and brushed his teeth several times That night the thoughts of revenge that’d swirled in his head for years began to rapidly intensify Stealing his dad’s guns and carrying out a Columbine style attack planting a car bomb in Mad Dog’s Confederate Flag painted monster pickup truck hurling a Molotov cocktail onto the field during a football game poisoning the punch bowl at the prom with liquid LSD or cyanide all types of ideas crossed his mind… But for now, he just sat back in his bean bag chair unsheathed a hunting knife he kept under his bed rolled up his left pant leg revealing a large patch of scars and slid the tip of the knife about four inches down his upper left quad drawing a small stream of dark red blood which trickled slowly over his inner thigh Watching the blood drip pierced through his cocoon of learned numbness like a million needles his eyes then welled up and he started to sob uncontrollably He got up and locked his door crawled into bed and yanked the covers over his head That night he prayed for anything to happen that’d prevent him from having to go to school the next day a tornado snowstorm earthquake terrorist attack anything He just didn’t want to see those faces anymore he didn’t want to hear the laughter He just wanted to stay in bed. |
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