![]() ![]() ![]() He was holding this skinny kid by the collar of his shirt, punching him in the face over and over again with his closed fist. In the center of the circle was a brute of a kid named Tyler, a dark-haired boy who always wore band logo t-shirts with the sleeves ripped off. I towered over all the other kids in my grade and could easily see over their heads. Before I knew it, I’d leapt across the sandbox and was on my way to a group of kids gathered in a circle on the far side of the yard next to the kickball field. So when I heard those words shouted from across the playground it was like my anger had made the decision before I had a chance to really think about it. I may not have been able to win in a fight against a grown man, but I was convinced I could have at least done some damage. I wanted to wail on John’s face so bad that I sat on the side of the school during recess clenching and unclenching my fists as I replayed that morning over and over again in my mind. For letting him lay his hands on her like that. But this time, when I’d stepped in front of her, not only did she push me aside, but she defended the fucker. Moms current boyfriend had used her as a punching bag yet again. If a kid didn’t have the balls to stand up for himself, then they deserved whatever they had coming to them.īut that morning I’d made the decision to leave home for good. I’d seen some of the kids in my school bully other kids before, but I’d never felt like I should butt in. ![]() “Come on you fucking fag! You’re such a little fag pussy!” ![]()
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