my name is aaron (ftm)

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It was Screw.
The person who on the first day of school had told Mr. G that they saw me that night with John. It was Screw.
The realization strikes me out of the blue and it all makes sense.
He didn't see it, of course, but he had that history with John so he decided to stand up for me. Wether it was because he wanted John to get in trouble, or out of pure empathy for me, I'm not sure.
I remember the eager look on his face that day when he had asked me if I made John bleed. That's why.
Another realization hits me.
I became friends with Screw because of John.
And now Screw is gone, and I never would have felt the pain of him leaving if it weren't for John.

I scream.
I find strength inside the anger I had been bottling up ever since John raped me that night. I shove him off of me and I kick him to the ground. His friends watch in shock. I kick him.
"You raped me." I say, kicking him again.
He coils in pain.
"You hurt me and you raped me."
Another kick. Another groan of pain from him.
"You are NEVER going to do that again."
I kick him and I watch him gasp for air.
I'm kicking a lot harder than the first day of school.
"You will leave me alone."
Kick to the stomach. Kick to the chest.
I hear bones crack.
I tower over him. He looks weak.
This time, he doesn't laugh. This time he doesn't speak.
"Please..." He groans.
His friends have fled.
I crouch down and grab his hair. I lift up his head to face me.
His blue eyes are now filled with fear. A look that I've been dying to see on John's face for a very long time.
I will never be afraid of John, again.
He will be afraid of me.
"My name is Aaron." I tell him. "And if you insist on calling me Arona, or a girl, then have fun telling all your little friends that a GIRL did THIS to you."
I release his hair and drop his head back to the floor.

I did it.
I did it for me. And I did it for Screw.

I grab my bike and head home as fast as I can, leaving him curled up and coughing out blood on the concrete floor, before he can see me crying.