You know, even back when I was younger, I can honestly say, in a one-on-one fight, even with someone twice my size, I was pretty confident in the odds that I would come out on top.
As my dad would say, "There’s no such thing as Fighting Fair in a street fight." So when I say that Paul and his crew bullied me, they knew better than ever to try it without numbers, considering I had taken one or two of them down in the past.
Then again, back in my teenage years, I wasn’t confrontational; mind you, that didn’t mean I didn’t plot the demise of those I hated, but it was generally how far I got until I was pushed too far.
So when I saw Paul and his goons squad climbing into the limo and even pushing me aside so that he could sit next to Sadie, if anything, I was extremely confused.
I was being played, her asking me to prom, her convincing me to pay for the limo, and ever her ticket, it was all a ruse, one laid out by Paul, because they were things his family couldn’t afford…not that I could either.
But as I was pushed aside to the opposite side of the limo by a bunch of football players, what could I do? No amount of screaming or anger could fix the issue…so…I shut down.
Weak smiles, head nodding, the works; I knew the night was going to suck, but I didn’t realize how bad it was going to be.
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That is, until I found myself in the Alley of the hotel, surrounded by Paul and his lackies as they took off their tux jackets and rolled up their sleeves.
"I gotta say TayTay, you have some balls of steel, grabbing my girl’s tits and forcing her to jack you off in front of everyone. You know what I gotta do next, right?" He said with a sadistic smile akin to that of a predator looking down on his prey.
Not far away from him, Sadie, who had once again betrayed me, stood with her phone out and a mocking smile on her face.
And then…I was stripped down to my underwear and beaten.
The assholes were smart enough not to hit me anywhere it would be easily seen, so while two guys held me, Paul and his crew took turns hitting me with body shot after body shot.
The worst part was I couldn’t even scream because they stuffed a rag in my mouth.
It was the most helpless I had ever felt in my life, and it didn’t end there either; once they had their fill of kicking my ass, I was robbed of everything, the money dad gave me, my phone, and even wallet, but the final kicker was that they took my Tux and threw it in the nearby dumpster before leaving me in the Alley to go and enjoy prom.
As I lay there in the dark Alley, alone, crying in pain, I somehow got the strength back in my battered and bruised legs to find my way over to the dumpster and retrieve my Tux…but what was once a sharp-looking suit was now a dirty pile of rags.
Struggling to reclothe myself in the gross tuxedo, it took me over an hour to gather up the strength to leave the Alley, but what then? I didn’t have any money; Paul stole everything Dad had given me.
I had no cellphone, meaning I couldn’t even call for help, so I began wandering around downtown Orlando alone at night, but even in the darkest night, every now and then, a light pierced through the veil.
"Taylor? Oh my god, Taylor, what happened?" A voice said, followed by hurried footsteps.
Unfortunately, in my fight or flight state, I was prone to an outburst, so when a couple came running toward me, I panicked and tried running away, only to be caught by someone much, much taller than me.
"Dude, what the fuck happened," It was Jeremy Saloone, one of the guys I had Drama Class with Freshman year; with him was his girlfriend Shannon, and the two of them, were probably the farthest thing from friends I had because if anything, I never got along with Jeremy.
Either because I was jealous of him having everything I wanted, money, popularity, or hell, Shannon was even ranked one of the hottest girls in our grade. Still, more than that, it was his overly friendly personality that was, for some reason, off-putting to me.
"Shit, who did this to you?" Jeremy asked while smoothing out the shoulders of my Tux and ignoring the dumpster smell coming off me.
"I bet it was that asshole Paul again," Shannon, who had taken out a pack of wet wipes from her clutch, said while stepping up and ignoring my flinching to wipe off the dirt and grime from my face like a parent would a child.
"Shan, we can’t leave him like this, im sorry about this, but how about we leave early and get him cleaned up," Jeremy asked, while looking away from me for a second.
"It’s fine; there’s always next year. I will call my parents to come to get us, Taylor…Taylor…." The rest of what happened seemed like a blur.
Given my brain shutting down and, well, me passing out, when I came too, I was in a strange room back at Shannon’s house.
Apparently, Jeremy had lent me some gym shorts and a t-shirt, and I had been bathed while unconscious, but as I lay there on the bed in pain, it took everything I had in me not to break down and cry.
From what should have been one of the best nights of my teenage life to one of my worst mistakes, Junior Prom was forever burned in my memory as the first low point I would experience.
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"And that, Sadie…is why you are here," I said with a twisted smirk as I looked at the nude girl strapped down to the science desk in my mancave.
"No…No…None of that happened, and none of this is real!" She screamed while thrashing about.
"Well, maybe not, maybe so, who knows…perhaps it’s all a distant memory from a worse time. Regardless, you will PAY for the sins I didn’t give you a chance to exact this time around."