Revenge Stories When People Get Way Too Personal

So I went to confront Mr. Hyde. We were still cool, I thought, we could talk this out. The person I met at the door of his house, was not the same bro who had befriended me. Looked out for me. Was there for me while I was around all those strangers.

The dude was belligerent, aggressive, and disrespectful. I’m trying to talk to him, and he’s like, 100 percent trying to curse me out and fight me; calling me all out of my name and worse. Calling me lame racial slurs and all of that. Which, I’m sorry, I’m not as mild-mannered as I appear to be.

I mean I got myself kicked weekly growing up, so, you eventually learn to fight or keep getting yourself kicked. By the 11th grade, I had finally gotten big and tired enough of being bullied that I just fought back. I mean, my dad framed it; ‘Fight them or fight me,’ and I’m much more afraid of him.

I mean, my dad’s a marine, and he was mighty abusive. Once it got framed in my mind like; ‘not one of these people can hit as hard as dad’, I wasn’t afraid to fight anymore. So, I wasn’t about to let this silly white boy get away with too many more racial slurs.

It ain’t about that word having power over me, it’s about the fact that you think you can say that, and I won’t lay hands on you. You’re basically saying you can get away with the worst and I won’t do anything about it, and you’re wrong.

Listen, I don’t have a gangsta bone in my body. I am not, ‘tough’, but I’ll say this ‘Carlton Banks was gonna beat him that day!’

So, I told him that Sam wasn’t coming back and he needed to keep his hands to himself; And if he called me out of my name again, I was gonna break his head to the white meat.