The Perfect Monster

Chapter 4 - I... I Need Your Help

[BEEP] [BEEP] 

My alarm went off, disturbing me from my slumber. I groggily reached over my phone to turn it off. For a few minutes, I laid in my bed silently trying to gather my strength. 

Finally, I shook off the remnants of sleep and rose from my bed. Moving with purpose, I quickly got dressed and left the house in a rush, setting off for school at an energetic pace. The urgency in my steps mirrored the anticipation that had begun to simmer within me. 

As I arrived in my classroom, the familiar scene unfolded before me. My bullies, looking at me, eagerly waiting for the opportunity to mock and beat me up. At first, they began hurting me with insults, but it didn't faze me one bit. After some time they realized that I didn't care, so they stopped and waited for the school break. 

"Why isn't he reacting? It's no fun if he's not crying." Danny said disappointedly. 

His friend chimed in, nodding in agreement. "Yeah, let's save it for later. We'll get our chance during the break."

Eventually the break arrived, and they dragged me to a corner. Those bastards seized the opportunity to exert their dominance, unleashing their aggression upon me. I found myself on the ground, my body curling instinctively to protect myself from the blows raining down upon me. The pain seared through my body, but I knew that fighting back in my current state would only yield more suffering. It was a bitter realization that my physical strength was still incapable of overpowering them. 

After a couple of minutes, Danny and his boys stopped and went to eat lunch, while I rose from the ground and brushed off the dust and bruises they had left me with. As the day wore on, I carried the weight of their ridicule, the laughter of my classmates echoing in my ears. It was a humbling experience, but it also fueled my resolve. I vowed to use their mockery as fuel, to channel it into my training in MMA. 

As the school day drew to a close, I made my way back home.

***

Two months go by and the relentless cycle continued. Each day at school, I faced the relentless barrage of bullying in school. While at home I destroyed my body and mind with MMA and books.

I endured the torment day after day, silently shouldering the weight of humiliation, until one unfortunate morning when I received an unexpected call from Nelly. His voice trembled with fear and desperation as he choked back tears. 

"Bo-Bobby, Danny and his gang... they beat me up... I... I need your help," he stuttered, his words barely audible through his sobs.

Although Nelly and I had grown apart over time, I still considered him a friend. Hearing the pain and vulnerability in his voice, something inside me snapped. In an instant, I transformed from a groggy man just waking up into a seething creature fueled by fury.

"What! Those fuckers! I'm going to kill them!" I screamed and without a second thought, I sprang out of bed and raced towards the school.

Finally arriving at the school premises, I sprinted towards my classroom. As soon as I caught sight of Danny sitting there peacefully in his seat, rage consumed me, and I charged towards him, unleashing a guttural scream. I drew my right arm back, ready to deliver a punishing blow. 

Danny, taken aback by my sudden aggression, scrambled to stand up from his seat. But he was too slow. In a split second, my fist connected with his jaw, propelling him backward, and he crashed to the floor. 

"What the..." he managed to utter, his words cut short as I interrupted him, my anger fueling my actions. 

"You're fucking dead!" I screamed, my body prepared to leap onto him and beat him up to a pulp. 

However, before I could fall on him, Danny swiftly retaliated, hitting me with a powerful kick to my stomach. The impact sent me flying across the classroom, gasping for air as agony burned through my body.

"This son of a bitch!" Danny screamed, shrugging off my attack as if it were a baby punching him. 

I laid on the ground, struggling to regain my breath, as Danny and his four buddies menacingly closed in on me. The teacher, attempting to intervene, found herself forcibly pushed aside by Danny's unashamed disregard for authority.

With my back against the cold floor, I mustered the strength to open my eyes, only to be met with the chilling sight of Danny and his gang towering over me, with a demonic smile. In that moment, a mix of fear and despair washed over me, extinguishing the burning rage that had fueled my actions. I realized, to my concern, that my two months of backbreaking training hadn't been enough to defeat even a single one of them.

To my surprise, however, they left me be, retreating to their seats without laying another finger on me. The teacher's voice pierced the air, her shrill demands urging me to report to the principal's office. Complying with her instructions, I ran out of the classroom and sprinted towards the bathroom. i turned my gaze skyward, tears welling in my eyes, as the realization of my own weakness settled upon me. I understood that i was overconfident and controlled by my emotions. 

I screamed, my voice reverberating off the bathroom walls. Fists clenched tightly, I unleashed my rage upon the innocent victim of my wrath—the toilet door. Blow after blow, the wood splintered beneath the force of my assault, crimson trails marking my path as my knuckles split and bled. 

i left the bathroom calm and collected, but i was overwhelmed by shame, I didn't return to class or visit the principal's office; instead, I quietly went home. 

Following that incident, I received a reprimand, and the threat of expulsion loomed over me, and my experience with bullying took a turn for the worse. I endured severe physical abuse, including being kicked in the balls, forced to vomit, and forced into consuming it, pissing on me... They subjected me to cuts, burns, and even had the audacity to buzz my hair. Additionally, they mercilessly extinguished their cigarettes on my body, among other vile acts that no 15-year-old boy should ever have to endure.

While all these things were happening to me, I've been training and reading constantly. 

***

Six months of relentless bullying had passed, and the school year drew to a close, I was ready to bring hell to the 4 of them bullies.