Bitter Sweet Revenge

The Brutal Fight

After I had a panic attack I told Trigger, and he told me to just stay as far away from Alisha as possible, and that he'll handle it.

Fuck. I still got to go to school with her. Ok if I see her in the hallway, I'll just walk in the other direction. I was back to being afraid of Alisha like normally, because now I didn't have anything over her head. Everything was out.

I saw Alisha twice that day and did as I planned. Whenever I would see her in the hallways she looked like she was searching for somebody. Who obviously was me. I also witnessed other students laughing at her and calling her names like "hoe" and "slut", and throwing things at her.

I would've laughed if I wasn't so god damn scared. She spent the rest of the day with her head down, looking extremely humiliated. The entire school was talking about it. Her reputation was ruined and I was responsible for it.

I immediately started to feel bad. I never wanted to stoop down to Alisha's level. She was a bad person, but I was not. I may have did a few shady things over these past few months, but only because of the built up anger she and her friends fueled up inside of me. Then, I was reflecting Trigger's behavior. Which was not a good combination.

Now that my head was on straight, I instantly wanted to take everything back... but I couldn't.

A week later, I walked down the hallway, coming back from staying after school for a National Honor's society meeting. Suddenly, I ran into Alisha. Shit. I forgot she stays after for choir MWF. She stood there several feet in front of me. She was fuming. She looked so furious. "HAZEL!" She screamed.

I stood there terrified, not able to move. She came towards me and grabbed me by my shirt, then slammed me on the lockers. I screamed. "You wanted to leak that video even after I did everything that you told me to do for you, huh? Huh?!" She pushed me against the lockers again, with more rage.

I couldn't release from her grip. Alisha was strong. She had those softball muscles. "It was an accident! Please don't hurt me. I hid my face." I was shaking. Thankfully, Ms. Koley, my National Honors society coordinator came to my rescue.

"Excuse me? HEY! Alisha Reynolds, let that girl go!" She yelled in a very cross voice. She ran over and pushed Alisha off of me. "Just wait 'till I catch you outside this school!"  Alisha threatened. Then she hurried away. I was shaking again.

Hazel's POV:

I drove home with Jeremiah and Amira. We sometimes would hang out at my house after school. I've been doing a great job with avoiding Alisha for several weeks. After she threatened me in the hallway, I kept my guard up twice as hard. We entered my house, then went up to my room, luckily nobody was home. 

"Nah but seriously, cafeteria food is disgusting." Jeremiah said. "Disgusting isn't even the word." I put in, making a sick face. "Eh, it's not that bad." Amira argued. "What? Girl you're trippin'. How can you enjoy their cheap, processed meals." "It's because she's used to eating scum." Jeremiah teased. I giggled a bit. "Oh, shut up." Amira threw a pillow at him and we all laughed. Suddenly, the doorbell rang. "I'll get it." I volunteered.

I went down the stairs and opened it halfway.

And it was her.

I realized she must have followed us home.

My heart pounded as I saw Alisha standing there patting a baseball bat in her hand with an evil grin on her face. "Hi, Hazel." She sang, fake sweetly. "What are you doing at my house, Alisha?" I gripped the doorknob and glanced at my bedroom door upstairs.

"Oh no reason... just wanted to check on my old friend. How ya doing? Oh yeah, and I still never checked you from when you leaked the video of me fucking my stepdad. To the entire student body!"

The words felt like pins in my ears. I was shaking from head to toe. "Alisha... relax...it was an accident... I told you." I said carefully. "You ruined my life, Lemy!" She screamed in boiling hot anger. 

Suddenly without any warning, she yanked me out of my house and started beating me with her bat. Every hit felt as heavy as a brick. Every hit felt harder and harder. I tried hitting back a few times, but not powerful enough to get her off. I was screaming for help, hoping somebody would hear me. I covered my face, as I was started to bleed. "STOP ALISHA! JEREMIAH! AMIRA! HELP!" I cried.

She threw me on the ground, then got on top of me and started punching me with full force. Then she dragged me by my hair and kicked me in the stomach and face. She stomped on me until my face was caked in blood. 

Suddenly, I heard extremely rapid footsteps coming from inside. "HEY! ALISHA!" Jeremiah shouted, angrily. "Get off of her!!!"

I began crying, hysterically. From the blurry side of my eye, I saw him running to my rescue, but for some reason I think I saw Amira just standing there watching. Why would she just be standing there while I'm getting attacked? Alisha ignored him and got back on top of me and started choking me. I flailed my arms around, gasping for air.

Thankfully, Jeremiah grabbed her and yanked her off of me, then threw her to the ground. Then he got on top of her and began choking her. "You stupid bitch! Putting your hands on my girl?! You don't think I'm going to kill you for that? Huh bitch? HUH?!" He barked. 

She was gasping for air, and struggling to pull his grip away from her neck. I was still lying on the ground, trying to catch my breath and blood dripped from my face. Amira ran up to him and said, "that's enough Trigger, you're gonna murder her!" She tried pulling him off. Alisha's face began to turn purple and tears fell from her face."Babe..." I pleaded wearily. "Don't do it." 

His eyes flickered to me, then they grew a little bit soft. Then he stood up. Luckily, he let go in time before she suffocated to death. "Get out of here Alisha. Before I actually do kill you." His tone was stone cold. I was almost afraid of him. 

She got up, coughing, and darted to her car as fast as she could, and drove away without looking back.

I couldn't move. I laid there on my front lawn coughing up blood and sobbing hysterically, then Jeremiah immediately dialed 911.