Take a Look At Yourself

“What exactly do you mean that Harrison was raped?” James had stood up and started pacing my small living room floor. “Who the fuck rapes?”

I took the chance to look around at each of my friends. They all had the same look on their faces: pure disgust. Don’t get me wrong, we weren’t always the best of people, but we would never, ever rape. In our minds, raping was worse than murder. It was inexcusable and intolerable.

“How do you know?” Brian asked, rubbing a hand over his head. Over the course of the last few months, all of them had gotten somewhat close to Harrison. We all thought of her as a friend.

I sighed as I looked each of them in the eye. “You cannot let her know that you know. She told me. We’ve gotten rather close the last few weeks, and she finally told me.”

“What do you want us to do about it?” Johnny asked. I knew what he was thinking. We all did. The last time we had gone on a vengeance crusade, Johnny had been really, really hurt.

“Don’t hate me, but I already said we need to do the Gregory stunt.” I was determined on this. It was the only way we could insure that Carmen would be safe. I needed her to be safe, and I had no idea why.

“Matt, the Gregory stunt nearly killed Christ.” Zacky folded his arms over his chest. “Are you sure that you want to do this?”

Something stuttered in my chest. I didn’t want Johnny to get hurt again. After the last time, I had vowed that nothing would happen to him. But this was important. What had happened to Carmen should never happen to anyone, ever. And something finally needed to be done about it.

“You know I wouldn’t say it unless I meant it. This needs to happen,” I said, “And this time, I play Johnny’s part.”
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Gregory Patterson. He was the definition of an asshole. He may have been the quarterback of our school, he may have lead us to a state championship, but he was still very much an asshole. But everyone turned a blind eye to it because he was the quarterback. We all knew that he would be going to college with a full ride for football. And everyone loved him because he was so good at the sport. It almost made it seem like we were Texans.

But I knew the truth. I knew who Greg was on the inside. He was a vile human with a penchant for hurting other people. He wanted to hurt. It was partly what made him such a good quarterback. The man had no fear when it came to running down the field. He was a big guy, and he wasn’t afraid to show that his speed and size could hurt the defense. It was almost like watching Elway play.

Gregory needed to pay though. He needed to pay for what he had done. Just because he was the star quarterback didn’t give him free reign. I was beyond pissed. I hadn’t felt anger like this in years. All I wanted was his blood, and I would find a way to get his blood. If he thought he could get away with hurting my sister, he was going to pay.

“Matt, you are totally zoning out,” Johnny said with a smirk on his face. “I know you’re worried about Amy being in the hospital, but things will be okay. Come on, talk to us.”

“I know who put her there, and he needs to pay.” My senses were on fire. I was about ready to kill some fucker.

“Dude, just calm down and tell us what you know.” James placed a hand on my shoulder. “We’re here for you, and you know that we will do anything to help Amy. She’s our sister too.”

I turned to him. For so long, I had been holding back tears and emotions. I was trying to be a strong older brother for my sister. She had been hurt. She was so badly hurt, and there was nothing I could do to help her but sit there and hold her hand. And it fucking killed me inside.

“I went to visit Amy yesterday,” I said, sitting down and putting my head in my hands. “She was all… she was hard to look at her. Her face was all cut up and black and blue. Her cheek was so swollen, I wasn’t even entirely sure she was my sister. And she was just covered in bruises and cuts. It hurt so much to look at her. I can’t even imagine the pain she was in.

“And I had to ask her, of course I did. I wanted to know the story, and she told me. Her boyfriend did this to her. He wanted sex, and she wasn’t ready. She’s sixteen, you know. She said she wanted to wait, that she didn’t feel comfortable. That ass twat went off on her. He started saying how she was just leading him on and that she would never be anything but a virgin prude and all this nasty stuff.

“But Amy held firm. She didn’t want sex, and the way Greg responded just made it even more clear for her. She didn’t want to be with him, but he wouldn’t take no for an answer. So he raped her and did that to her. And she can’t say anything because she doesn’t want to report it. Something has to be done.” My red eyes looked at my best friends.

Johnny was the first to respond. I figured he would be. We all knew he had a major crush on my sister. “What do you think we need to do?”

I stood up, crossing my arms over my chest. “Make that fucker pay.”
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“So, do we all know the plan?” I asked one last time. If this didn’t go well, we were all going to prison for a very long time. Even if it did go well, I had no doubt that we would all be in a lot of trouble, but Johnny assured us he wouldn’t let that happen. It was a good thing his father was the chief of police.

“Yes, let’s fucking do this.” Zacky put the car in park as we all headed to the locker room. It was the last day to get our stuff out of the football lockers, and we happened to know Greg would be here with a couple of his friends.

James and Zacky would distract his friends while Brian played lookout so Johnny and I could give Greg what he had coming to him.

The locker room smelled like sweat as we entered. I could hear the sounds of laughter and felt more anger bubble up in my system. All I wanted was to make this fucker pay, and it was finally time for that. Brian stood at the door as James and Zacky walked into the locker room and started beating on the two friends.

They immediately started fighting back, cursing at the two. I knew they wanted to beat those fuckers up just as much as I wanted to hurt Greg. Zacky was always being made fun of and James too for being a cheerleader. We weren’t putting up with the shit anymore.

I walked over to Greg and pushed him against the locker. My arm was pushing against his throat, cutting off his airway. The laughter in his eyes died when he saw Johnny behind me. I think he could read the anger so plainly written on our faces.

“I know what you did, fucker. And you are going to pay.” I slammed him onto a bench and watched as Johnny made his move.

The little guy pulled down Greg’s pants and boxers and signaled for me to cover that asshole’s mouth. I did what he asked as Johnny took out a knife and stab the man in the dick. Greg bit into my hand hard enough to draw blood and I swiftly punched him in the face. He passed out and we left, motioning for the others it was time to go.

If that piss couch wanted to rape, he would have a hard time doing so when his cock couldn’t get hard anymore. It was a fair trade: a penis for a rape.

Notes

I am back loves! I'm still having a rough go. My back is all shades of fucked up from my car crash, but so it goes. I think writing is helping me feel better though.