I once knew this kid when i was 6, he was my best and only friend.
He had a really rough life… there wasnt a day that went by that he didnt get picked on or treated badly by others for no apparent reason… i watched as older kids would chase him down on bikes and get him into an alley and beat the crap out of him.
his older brother, who beat him up under the premise of making him “tough”
When we were about 8 i watched a whole summer slip by where he wouldnt take a step outside for fear of getting beat up.
I was there when everyone found out that his friends parents had touched him in all the wrong ways…
i was there when an older kid chased him through his own house and beat him up.. because he tried to stand up for himself… I was there for all of the things that went wrong in his life
I was there when he was diagnosed with a very embarrassing but non-fatal illness and i was there when his 3rd grade teacher made fun of him for it to the whole class..
I was there and did nothing.. i couldnt.. not because i wouldnt but because he wouldnt let me… he wouldnt let me help him stand tall and fight.. and smile at his aggressors… he wouldnt let me.. but one day I had no choice
He was using his rollerblades in the ally behind his house when all the kids that picked on him came up and started making fun of him again.. one of them had a slingshot and shot a rock in his eye, he fell and got back up and ran in his house crying.. His parents asked him what was wrong and he told them. They contacted the bullies parents and then a confrontation was scheduled.. he was made to shake hands and apologize to the bully…
and thats when i had enough… i couldnt bare to see it anymore.. all that was in me raged with vengeance… he clearly was unwilling to stand up for himself.. and so i was loosed into his life.. i was loosed into being the only thing he could depend on…
the very next day I walked outside of his house.. found a small pipe and walked over to the one of the bully’s house.. and asked where i could find the bully… they told me to check the ally.. I ran to that ally and there he was with 3 other bullies… all much older than I but none as angered.
I took the pipe and swung it as hard as i could on the meanest of them.. he dropped and got back up to chase me.. i ran through the neighbors yard, hopped the fence and he continued to chase me.. i ran into my friends house.. and he followed only to be stopped by my friends parents.. he was taken home and his parents had busted his ass good..
but my work wasnt finished.. i went back to the ally to “play” when another aggressor was waiting for me with his brother.. he had i long wire and started swinging it towards me.. i picked up a piece of house siding and smacked him across the face with it.. grabbed him and put him down on the concrete as if he were the small child not I.. his brother did nothing..
and the last of the bullies thought well of himself and decided he would try and put an end to it by confronting and attacking me.. but i had planned for this… i kept 2 big rocks in my pocket at all times… i pulled on rock out and threw it at him and missed.. he flinched just long enough for me to get the other one out and to hold it in my fist as i swung at him.. i connected and the fight was over..
my friend was never bothered by these bullies again.. but it wasnt the end of his troubles
throughout all of school he was picked on…
but i was there… and i fought for my friend.. and i would die for my friend if needed..
because he was timid… because he was nice… polite… respectful.. he was an easy target.. and part of him would always stay that way.
but i was there for it all…
if I only knew were the boy went…