Ok so, in fourth grade, I was madly in love with my only girl friend. I had recently become friends with this guy, and he was pretty cool. Rich, but he wasn't a prick. Every week his grandmother would bring in a huge pizza for our lunch table. Me, being lower middle class, envied him, and he'd give me games for free.
So me and this kid are pretty tight, when one day, the girl I love, comes crying to me, telling me he threatened to rape her. She had told the teacher that he stole from her desk, and after school he told her he was going to follow her home, stalk her, come in when she was asleep, beat her and rape her repeatedly. Mortified, I told my parents, and they told her mother. She called the police, and the police DIDN'T FUCKING CARE.
So I'm in school and I start ignoring him, and one day he asks me what's the deal, and I tell him I'm pissed at him for what he said to her. He tries to change the story like he thought rape meant take your money, but I knew full well he knew what it meant; his cousin was a well known rapist in the town. I start drifting apart from the kid.
Jump ahead to the next year. He's in my class again, and I hate it. After a while, I switch to a different class. Then I hear he's been talking shit about my parents, and that got me pissed off. I went off in a full blown rage in the middle of the hallway and had to get dragged to the guidance office, where I was locked for the rest of the day. I was later transferred back to the old class, and another kid who my "friend" had tortured came to me.. He says, "Chris, I have an idea. We make a website and tell people the truth about him. Then nobody will listen to him, and we'll be free from the hurt, man."
When I was younger, I used to give in to peer pressure easily, and then he says, "Man, I know what he did to you and Em. You can get back at him with this!" That sent me over and I agreed to it. We made the website, and put all the shit we knew about him, and then we swore to keep it quiet and let people find it. But the next day, the idiot talks about it to his cousin, and the kid hears about it. He comes over to me and asks me about it, and I deny it.
Weeks later, my parents find out, and I am in deep shit. Soon the school starts intervening, and starts calling me the worst shit to ever enter the building, when in fact they had told me before I was one of the place's top students ever.
People start punching me in the hallways, throwing stuff at me, stabbing me with pens and pencils. People start threatening me and telling me to go kill myself.
I transfer to a new school and get away...until I hear my friend got in a fight with the teacher. The teacher decided to tell the whole class about it, and my friend gets up and says that she has no right to tell them about it, and the teacher slaps him across the face. But it worked, people stopped talking...I still owe him, and he says I don't.
I come back the next year, and people start threatening me again. I was walking once when I got jumped. Stabbed, punched, kicked and cut all over. Nobody believed my side of the story, and the girl I loved was upset with me. I told her I had done it for her...she told me she loved me, kissed me, then walked away, and has never talked to me since.
I am emotionally and physically scarred because of that, and people still attack me over it, and that was almost 5 years ago. Whenever someone brings it up, I want to grab their throat and make them shut up.
