That one Saturday, Derrick and decided to play a game of baseball, his friends versus mine. He kept calling us the cry babies. We were determined to beat him and we did. Derrick being the sore loser, took to the baseball bat. He urged his friends to hold me down. They refused, so he threatened to beat them with the bat instead. Complying they held me down as Derrick shattered my left leg with the baseball bat. Bones crunching underneath the wooden bat. I can still hear it sometimes. When he was done, he threw the bat and hit one of his friends square in the head.
When we were older teenagers, we used our fists. I was bigger and could hold my own finally, even though my leg put me in a slight disadvantage. Even with the shop yard, we fought all the time and he was still constantly mocking me - this time about my leg and whatever else he could find. I was glad he was finally gone.
These boys have definite issues from their upbringing.
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Jesus, that brother makes the word bully seem inadequate. They seem a very dark pair for sure. Great snippet! Tweeted.
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That is an intense scene!
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