When I was 12,
Me and a few of my mates were playing soccer after school. Some douchebags from another school, about 2 years older than us, showed up and started to be provocative and annoying, I guess they were bored.
It started with just insults and swearing but we ignored it. Then one of those a******s, the smallest most annoying one, came running up the pitch and shoved one of my friends.
So naturally everyone came running and it ended up with the oldest d*******g trying to pick a fight..
This all happened in the same year my parents were divorcing and my grandfather passing away, so I had quite some emotions piled up inside.
I don't remember why I did it, but I grabbed my keychain
(one of those iron chains about 40cm long that we're attached to your jeans on one side and to your wallet on the other. Those were really hip back then.)
And i struck this guy across the face really hard, almost like some kind of iron whip or something, and kept hitting him for about 10 times when he was on the ground.. After seeing quite a lot of blood coming from his face I got pretty scared, ran home, and didn't go outside for atleast a week, out of fear for those guys coming back to get revenge..
ended up him having to go to the hospital to get stitched up, and those guys never bothering us again! :).
Me and a few of my mates were playing soccer after school. Some douchebags from another school, about 2 years older than us, showed up and started to be provocative and annoying, I guess they were bored.
It started with just insults and swearing but we ignored it. Then one of those a******s, the smallest most annoying one, came running up the pitch and shoved one of my friends.
So naturally everyone came running and it ended up with the oldest d*******g trying to pick a fight..
This all happened in the same year my parents were divorcing and my grandfather passing away, so I had quite some emotions piled up inside.
I don't remember why I did it, but I grabbed my keychain
(one of those iron chains about 40cm long that we're attached to your jeans on one side and to your wallet on the other. Those were really hip back then.)
And i struck this guy across the face really hard, almost like some kind of iron whip or something, and kept hitting him for about 10 times when he was on the ground.. After seeing quite a lot of blood coming from his face I got pretty scared, ran home, and didn't go outside for atleast a week, out of fear for those guys coming back to get revenge..
ended up him having to go to the hospital to get stitched up, and those guys never bothering us again! :).