47 Stories Of People Getting Even With Those Who Hurt Them

I went to school with a d****e who I will call Cale because that is his name. I stole his sandwich one day out of his locker, went into the bathroom plucked a few of my down there hairs and added a little something to said sandwich. Then i sat at his lunch table and watched him eat my p*bes. The day was mine.

In college I was friends with a guy who was gay but too afraid to come out. We started hanging out a lot, and I thought we were good friends. I didn't really understand why he wanted to be friends with me, because I was 15 and I was definitely "the weird kid." People made fun of me because I was too young to be in college and because I didn't drink or have a boyfriend.

Anyway, I lived in the same dorm with this guy and he had two roommates. Some nights he would come over to watch a movie and would stay in my room, sleeping on the floor or in a chair. I never understood why he wouldn't just go back to his room.

Eventually I heard a rumor that this guy told everyone that we were sleeping together. I went to his room to confront him, but he wasn't there. I asked his roommates, and they confirmed that he'd been telling nasty s*x stories about me. He not only told everyone that we were sleeping together, but he also made up fiction about numerous s*x adventures I'd had in the past.

This pissed me off beyond belief. At the time I was a virgin and this guy had basically told everyone that I was a s**t. Still, I didn't tell anyone that he's gay. Instead, I replaced his hair conditioner with hair removal cream. The result was fantastic, especially because he loved his hair. And he never found out who did it.
I also considered putting superglue in his lock because the university had huge fines for messed-up locks, but I took pity on his roommates.

**TL;DR: closet gay dude used me to hide his homosexuality, told everyone i was a s**t. i put hair removal cream in his hair conditioner.**.

My male classmate was always a d**k, a practical joker. But he picked on me the most. He threw spitballs from the back of the class to me (I sat at the front), put twisted stapler bullets on my chair at every opportunity, called me names, sometimes pushed me around and usually got me humiliated in my class.

So one day during class he was doing his usual -- spitballs. It was a good day for him, because it landed on my hair. From that moment, something within me snapped and I got up calmly from my chair, with a mechanical pencil in my hand, I stabbed him squarely at the back of his hand. He looked mortified but he took it like a champ (the lead of the pencil broke and stuck to his skin, I must've stabbed pretty deep) there was some droplets of blood from the wound.

Before he could do anything the teacher came in and started class, so he couldn't excuse himself. When class ended, I saw him bolt towards the bathroom. My friend leaned over and whispered to me, "You know that he likes you, right?" I just sat there feeling half-guilty and half-victorious. Welp, he didn't disturb me much after that.

Oh, and this was when we were 15. o_o

**TL;DR: felt like Arnold and Helga from Hey Arnold!, but with a little blood.**.

I never really understood/believed the saying "success is the best revenge" until recently. I was extremely skinny and weak in school, and got a lot of s**t from bullies. It was not a good time in my life at all. I did okay through school but somehow ended up with a decent office job making good money. I'm proud of what I've become, but I don't really see myself as any more special than anyone else.

One day I was on my lunch break from work and stopped at a gas station to grab a snack and a drink. I got my stuff and walked up to the register. Behind it was "Chris" (let's call him). Chris liked to throw me against the lockers at school, throw stuff at me in the hallways, and just mess with me (despite my never really knowing him all that well). He was just overall a bad person, and from things I heard after I left the school, he continued being a waste of space.

So here was Chris (I was 21 when I ran into him, he had to be around 23 or so). He worked at a gas station, and from what I had heard through the grapevine was still doing a ton of d***s and whatnot.

The next part of this story could go with me saying "Remember me, s******d?" But it doesn't. I didn't say anything. I'm not a bully. He didn't recognize me from the look of things, so I just let him live his life. I just kept that victory in the back of my head, that occasionally the universe does things right, and bad people don't amount to much.

Got bullied in school, had to move schools. I became a fighting machine after years of torment.

Saw one of bullies when I was 18, he tried to bully me again.

I wedgied him. I pick him up off the floor by his underwear. I lifted him high then started dropping then pulling back till they tore. I dropped him on the floor and walked away.

Though they may have beat the s**t out of me daily and I knew I could have beaten the s**t out of him, this was more rewarding.

When I was a freshman there was a sophomore who would bully me in our PE class. Toward the end of the year the class was in the locker room changing. While I had my shirt over my face this guy slapped my face. I finally lost it. I immediately chased after him and shoved him. This caused him to lose his balance and fall face first into a row of lockers(the kind with padlocks exposed). I felt vindicated for finally standing up for myself, but the best part was hearing all the other kids in the class ridicule him for being punked by a freshman.

Didn't have to. My main "Bully" in school was an annoying kid who called me "gay", "f****t", "homo", all of that for the entire 6 years of middle/high school.

Now, 5 years hence, he's a she. and she's a pr**titute.

I've always been a bit of a loner, and was extremely shy as a young teenager. There was this one girl in my class that took great joy in berating me constantly. Two years I put up with this.

My parents driveway is very long, gravel and floods quite a bit in the fall (it rains a lot in autumn where I live) so I would change my shoes after school and put on my rain boots so my runners wouldn't get soaked.

So, this girl sees me changing my shoes one day after school and gets thisclose to me just taunting me and calling me down. I don't even remember reacting. Before I realized what I was doing I had punched her in the face which knocked her down. For a moment I was in shock and then I said, "You will never bother me again. Just ignore me. And I'll do the same for you." and walked away. She never talked to me again.

Got bullied in Secondary School, eventually I had enough and pushed him down a flight of stairs and then walked into class like nothing happened.

When I was in 4th grade this annoying 3rd grader kept messing with me. He would run up behind me and try to knock me down all the time. Especially since he was just a 3rd grader that was trying to bully me, it pissed me off, and I decided to end it before it got out of control.

I saw him standing there doing nothing like an a*****e one day at recess and remember how much he had been bothering me. I started running as fast as I could straight at him from across the play ground, and knocked him flat on his back. He got up and tackled me, and we rolled around on the ground wrestling for a little while before one of the recess monitors saw us. I got in trouble and had to write "I will not fight" or something like that 25 times during one recess. He never bothered me again after that, though.

One day in second grade, a girl stole the prize I got for winning a game of Math Bingo. She just went into my backpack and stole it. I told my teacher about it and she made a whole classroom search. It was in her backpack. As it turns out, there was tons of stolen loot in there! She later transfered schools.

The kids in my neighborhood were always pretty brutal towards me. I had a long stretch of awkward years and one day early in high school I got caught up after the final bell of the day and was rushing to make my bus home. I was running in a full sprint and saw the bus pulling away. I ran after it, only to see the ringleader of my neighborhood miscreants flipping me off and throwing papers at me from the back window of the bus and the rest of the neighborhood kids laughing at me. They never stopped the bus for me.

That same kid has since had several DUIs and a laundry list of misdemeanors and now works at one of the area's only full-service gas stations. The feeling I get when I go out of my way in my shiny Audi to that gas station just to special request him to pump my gas is the best revenge I'll ever have.

When I was in HS there was an incredibly nerdy/ awkward annoying kid who demanded everyone call him "Orion". He was a little eccentric but never really caused anyone any trouble. Now his nemesis was a Jock prodigy "Corey". Corey had 2 brothers that had attended the school that were very popular athletic a*s holes, I'm sure everyone had kids like this at their school. As HS progressed Orion grew to about 6'2 but was still gangly and awkward, Corey however missed his brothers Alpha genes and didnt grow very much. He was still friends with all the cool kids, and built, but remained smaller than he would have liked to I'm sure. So naturally Corey had picked on Orion every day for the better part of two and a half years and everyone could see Orion was beginning to get pissed. One day I'm walking down the hall and I see Corey picking on Orion in front of his locker. Mostly repeating the words f****t and....f****t. All of a sudden Orion flips huge s**t and starts crying, this makes Corey howl with laughter in front of his GF and friends. Orion grabs him by the hair and starts smashing Coreys face (HARD) against the lock part of the locker. Corey starts yelling for his friends trying to get help and fight back but no one moves. Orion and smashed his head so hard Corey had been nearly KO'ed. Finally Orion drops him to the ground still crying and starts yelling a bunch of white boy rage bull s**t, getting to the point of dont f**k with me ever again. Corey trying to not seem like a b***h while (attempting) to get up says something like "F****t" and then there was a beautiful moment of slow motion awesomeness. Orion Jumps in the air and turns his body horizontally, grabs his right wrist with his left and and points his elbow out. Drops 4 feet straight onto Coreys chest (Did i mention he was a WWF fan?), this took every ounce of breath out of Corey and he lay on the ground wheezing and crying trying to breathe. Orion stands up covers his face and runs away still crying. This event lead to Corey GF breaking up with him and him attempting to find a new kid to bully, Who smashed his face into a brick wall 2 days later. White boy rage FTW.

Yes, I am a successful CEO who gets to work with video games and other cool projects.

The jerk a*s who would chant "nerd nerd nerd" at me in high school and wait outside of classrooms with threats to beat me up and what not, is still working as a cashier at a 7-11 (a gas station) in the same town.

I feel out of place, because I was going to say that I would occasionally get bullied but would eventually win over my enemies with jokes and the ability to take it on the chin, which seemed like the biggest win of all.

...but reading these stories makes me think I will be the only one who thinks that.

I'm twenty years old, so subtract 6 years from that, and you get 8th grader me. I was in a public school because my only friend went there, and he transferred out of school a month into the program because it was "too hard for him".


He must have had seven kinds of brain damage because that school was slow beyond any sensible logic. I mean seriously, we FINALLY started Algebra in grade Seven, and this was at the end of the year. And I was in the upper class. I finally made friends again, and we hung out at lunch. Except this one kid was also friends with our collective nemesis, who we shall call "Brian".


Brian was not a very well-adjusted boy, he had brittle bone disease, had a learning disorder that prevented him from focusing in high stress situations, an anger issue, and attention deficit disorder. I truly wish him the best, but what he did through his three years of Public School was unforgivable, and he has caused me more than enough grief for someone who was showing the early stages of Manic Depression. He was not a slow boy, nor was he someone you should be super gentle with, he needed to be shelter only enough to be safe from the perils of a s****y Public School system. He sat at our table with his only other friend, Jacob as he shall be guise'd.


Now Athul, Will, Joey, and I were all tolerant of this kid's b******t to a certain point, but then he'd just flip the switch and we'd call his b******t. And when we did, the vice principal would be next to our table, telling us why Brian was right and how he needs more attention because of his issues. Which pissed me off, because Will had a similar learning deficit, and so did Joey. But neither of them were ever given credit for their actions or ever considered innocent, they were ALWAYS guilty. And I s**t you not, when the Vice walked by, it was game over. EVERY. TIME.
And Brian KNEW he could get away with this s**t, so he pulled punches, every G*****N DAY. And again and again he’d relish in our misfortune of getting told off for the smallest things, of which I have compiled a list for the reader.

* We were talking too loud, Vice came by and yelled at me personally, and when I informed him in a hoarse wheeze that I had laryngitis, he scoffed. I got ISS.
* Will and I were hanging out next to our lockers, and Brian got pushed from behind, turned and blamed it on us. Vice came strolling by mid-accusation, assume it was true and threatened to have us suspended. We were rescued by Athul and Mike who said someone else did it.
* He claimed I had ding-dong ditched him, which somehow was school related and the Vice brought me into his office. I got ISS for telling him he was full of s**t. The office secretaries gave me thumbs up on my way to the ISS.
* He called Mike a Ni**er, and Mike threw him across a line of tables. I got blamed for inciting Mike’s rage, and Vice threatened to have me expelled. By then, the real principal got involved and told him to back off and he was fishing for a reason to get me out.
* On the bus, I told Brian to shut up. He called me a “Sand Ni**er”, despite me being white as hell. I cursed his name in fake witchcraft speak, and wished ill upon his cat. The bus tapes show me sitting in my seat calmly while Brian goes off on me with gestures and so forth. I got ISS for moving my mouth on an audio-less tape

Okay, so after those selected few instances of total BS. I get called to the Principal’s office during Art. I clean up, go there, and WHATTAYAKNOW it’s Vice. He says that he wants me to be as honest as I want to be, and that if I’m caught lying, I will either be sued or expelled on behalf of Brian’s family. Vice then goes on to explain how Brian came home from biking the day after I wished ill upon his cat, and found its mangled corpse in their driveway. I was facing charges, and I was almost terrified beyond sense, I managed to find my voice and say: “I didn’t do it”


And not more than two seconds after I say those words, Brian and his c*********g white trash family come REELING through the door screaming the worst things you could ever hear. I can’t remember what happened next, but all of a sudden the school police officer was there with handcuffs and he was forcing my hands behind my back. And I fell over.


The Vice later wrote me up as resisting arrest, when in truth I was under the influence of gravity. Officer Pig said I was under arrest, but the real Principal told everyone to back off. I was innocent until proven guilty, and I was excused. I left school a week later, but not before I went off like a s*****n to the Vice principal as hard as a 14 year old can go.


I can easily summate what I said, because the satisfaction of saying what everyone wanted to say to the Vice made me hear everything as a crowd.


“You are the most horrifying thing to happen to the human race since H**LER. You are a shame to the billions of years of evolution that make us all up, you have turned me into a horrible person like yourself, and now I know why. You can never be loved, and if you ever WERE loved, it was a TERRIBLE, TERRIBLE mistake on the other person’s behalf because a person like you is exactly what is wrong with the human species, YOU ARE A LESSER BEING AND I WANT YOU TO D*E ALONE AND AFRAID LIKE I WILL!”

And the rest was a blur, I wasn’t expelled, it was discovered that the cat was mauled by a coyote, which was not inconceivable, because we lived next to woods, and there are TONS of wolves there.

To this day, I wonder if what I said to him ever changed him. For better or for worse. I don’t like what I said, but I pretty much said exactly what I typed, less eloquently of course, but for three years of horrible, horrible treatment, I’m fairly certain that was the better hit on the upswing. Shameful, but satisfying.

Just wanted to get this off my chest, I don’t care if this gets buried, I want people to know that I commiserate with them.

TL;DR: Vice principal was a terrible human being and was totally controlled by an ill-adjusted preteen who almost had me arrested for “k*****g and mauling a cat” with no evidence, and eventually was told by yours truly that he was an inferior being.

The girl I was dating in high school cheated on me and made my life a living hell for months after we stopped dating. After several failed relationships on her end she realized how great of a guy I was and wanted to get back together with me. I turned her down and she cried for a long time after that. Looking back now (years after it happened) I actually feel a little bad for her, but at the time I just wasn't ready to forgive her for all the s**t she put me through. I guess that was my revenge? I don't feel especially good about it though.

When I was a senior in high school, on of my friends had a little brother who was a freshman. We would pick on him, but it was friendly. We taught him about life through our teasing. It was never mean spirited. Then, a sophomore in our school started picking on him. My friends and I told him to stop. He continued because he was one of those self-entitled rich f***s. Finally, one day, he came up to my friends brother from behind and pulled his legs out from under him, causing him to hit his face on the ground. This broke his nose and cracked a tooth. Nobody would rat on him, so he got away with it. I took it upon myself to call my older brother, now a junior in college. I pooled money with my friends and we had him buy us an 8ball of coke. We bought a Master lock key, one that goes into the back of the combo locks, from one of the creepy goth kids who had somehow gotten one. During a class, I, after wiping the 8ball down, put it into his locker and went to the office and told the principal I had heard him talking about it. Result: expulsion. He had to go to one of those "alternative" schools after that and apparently he would get f****d with every day. I don't know what happened to him, but that was sweet, sweet success.

There was this fat, a*****e, redhead in high school. I would guess he's a roofer now. So, he was yelling in this Autistic kid's ear in the hallway in between classes. The Autistic kid was crying because he could not handle loud, abrupt noises. I grabbed the redhead with one hand, slammed that m**********r into the lockers, and said: "YOU F**K WITH HIM AGAIN, I'LL END YOU!" I scared the s**t out of the redhead and the Autisitic kid (due to the noise caused by the locker-slam). The principal saw me as I held the f****r by the throat, and figured out what was going on. I didn't get into any problems, and neither did Kevin. Kevin was cool.

There was a gang of bullies early on in grade school who used to pick on me and my friends. They used to take advantage of our quite sensitive attitudes by trying to humiliate us as much as possible. Honestly I didn't know how to react at first because I was never grown up to be violent, but thanks to these a******s, me and my friends found something inside of us that was pretty d**n epic at the time.

One day outside on recess, the gang (4 guys) came up to me and my friends (3 of us) with a plan to make us fight them (this was rough bullying, not just taunting and teasing), their plan was to humiliate us in front of a group of girls we were talking to. I had 2 South Korean friends who were very quite and myself an immigrant from Sweden to Canada, the bullies were a mix of Serbian and German. They came directly at me first starting to spit in my face and literally slap me. After 5 seconds of trying to block these p***y slaps, I blocked 1 and punched him directly in the face, the f****r started started crying in front of everyone. The other 3 bullies ran towards me... Then out of nowhere one of my south korean friends kicked one of the guys in the side of the face (yes, his leg extended like f*****g bruce lee, I didn't know until that day that he had a room decorated with some korean karate competition s**t). My other friend jumped on 1 of them and we slowly started taking all of them to the ground.

I'll never forget this scene. It was straight out of a f*****g western movie: 3 quite good guys suddenly coming out of their shell to deliver a can of whoop a*s to a bunch of deushbags, except we were too young to get laid after that heroic a*s kicking infront of the girls. Our time came though.