The Dizygotic Killer
Five: Intimidation
I hit my first bully when I was seventeen years old.
We were in front of the school and it was pouring. I was waiting for my uncle to pick me up. Moments later, a girl—I’ve never seen her before though maybe she was in my AP Biology class… or maybe she was in AP psychology with me—threw my books to the floor and ended up kicking it into the mud.
And I just couldn’t help it. So, I threw my fist in the air and before I knew it, she’s on the ground, holding the side of her face. At first, she looked at me, confused, as if she thought I didn’t have it in me.
Turns out, I liked that high because the next thing happened so fast.
I was on her stomach, knees holding her down, throwing my fist against her face, her shoulders, her chest and right when I go for her head, someone grabs me from behind.
It looked like the person who stopped us was the bully’s twin brother.
It was loud. My ears were ringing. My breathing was increasing. Everyone was screaming.
I think back at that memory.
What a high.
We were in front of the school and it was pouring. I was waiting for my uncle to pick me up. Moments later, a girl—I’ve never seen her before though maybe she was in my AP Biology class… or maybe she was in AP psychology with me—threw my books to the floor and ended up kicking it into the mud.
And I just couldn’t help it. So, I threw my fist in the air and before I knew it, she’s on the ground, holding the side of her face. At first, she looked at me, confused, as if she thought I didn’t have it in me.
Turns out, I liked that high because the next thing happened so fast.
I was on her stomach, knees holding her down, throwing my fist against her face, her shoulders, her chest and right when I go for her head, someone grabs me from behind.
It looked like the person who stopped us was the bully’s twin brother.
It was loud. My ears were ringing. My breathing was increasing. Everyone was screaming.
I think back at that memory.
What a high.
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