I came home from college with a busted nose again. Fortunately my specs were fine. I had to hide my face from my aunt or she would give me crap about getting into fights so often. The funny part about these fights was that I never instigated them. I didn’t even want to fight. They’d just push me around and when I’d react they’d gang up on me. I was surrounded by a bunch of assholes who were obsessed with proving how manly they were. I was growing sick of their herd mentality, their brutality and their mindlessness. Someday all this anger was going to explode and…
A stone shattered my window. I looked outside. Matt was standing there with his usual pissed off demeanor.
“Peter what the fuck are you doing upstairs? Get your ass down here!” he yelled.
“Thanks a ton for the fucking window! What do I tell my aunt?”
“Just leave it like last time.” He was completely unapologetic.
I washed up and made my way down the stairs.
“Peter, honey! I heard something. Are you fine?”
“Yes aunty! I’m good! I’m just going out with Matt.”
“Well… okay.” She had a look of concern. “Just be back before dinner, alright sweety?”
“Yes aunty!” I said as I shut the door and walked out.
Matt was with Luke, which was completely unusual. They were like the opposite of each other. Luke was a nerd who was into books, sci-fi and all the other techy-geeky stuff, whereas Matt was a delinquent.
“Did you forget we had to meet at Mark’s place? John’s already there. Let’s hurry up.” Matt said hoarsely.
“Then why are the two of you still here?”
“That’s because this nerdy bitch didn’t want to leave you behind!” Matt said as he smacked Luke on the head.
“Stop bullying him. I’ve had enough of that shit. And stop breaking my fucking window. Someday my aunt is going to ask me about it!”
“Yea… as if!” Matt said confidently.
We walked towards Mark’s place making our usual shallow, mundane small talk with Luke babbling about his new watch which had a compass and a magnifying glass. Matt spoke about how he stole money from his caretaker’s purse again. We were entering a remote location.
I didn’t really like going to Mark’s place. Firstly, it was isolated. Secondly, it was completely broken down. Not a single piece of furniture was intact. None of us knew how he survived in that shithole. He barely slept, kept to himself most of the time and when he did speak, it always had to be about murder or rape or something like that. I had a fucked up friend circle. Even so, I couldn’t cut them off because we had been friends since we were 5. I met them in kindergarten. We studied together. Apart from that, the only thing we had in common was that we were all orphaned. Matt’s dad bailed out on him when he was born. His mom died of sickness two years later. Luke’s parents died in a fire that broke out because of a gas leakage at home. Mark’s parents were killed by robbers who had broken into their home. They slit his dad’s throat, then raped and murdered his mom while he watched – which explains his psychotic mental makeup. John and I had been childhood friends. We practically grew up together. John’s parents died in a car accident. The worst part about that was my dad was the one driving. None of them survived. My mom passed away from cancer soon after. I was at the mercy of my aunt while the others found their way somehow.
“Look who’s finally here!” John exclaimed. “What happened to your nose?” his smile turned into a frown.
“He probably got his ass beaten again.” Matt said with a grin.
“This is not funny, Matt! Someone needs to teach that asshole a lesson.” John said furiously.
“You know, it’s not just David but those goons with him as well.”
“Yes! But honestly, he is the one who instigates it, doesn’t he? Why don’t you complain to the faculty? They could help you, right?” said Luke.
“Complain to the faculty? What does he look like? A wuss?” Matt cut in. “I would rather take this motherfucker behind the building and beat the shit out of him.”
“Or… we could just kill him. It’ll make things easier for everyone else he bullies.” Mark added.
“It’s a good thing to sit there and give your fucking ideas, but where the fuck are you guys when I’m getting beaten up? None of you are ever around when I need y’all. Every fucking time! The last time I got beaten up in the park because y’all didn’t show up! I’m not risking anything again! Fuck you guys! To top it off, I have to go and explain a fucking broken window to my aunt! So please excuse me!” and I stormed out.
I was pissed off. Their casual suggestions made my blood boil. John came running after me.
“Hold up, Peter!”
“I don’t want to. I’d like to be alone.”
“I’m not going to let you be alone. We made a promise, remember? That we’ll stick by each other no matter what happens.”
“If that’s the case then where the fuck are y’all every time I’m getting beaten up. I can’t even look at my aunt or eat a meal without a lecture every fucking day. If I tell her, she’ll tell the faculty and the whole thing will get even worse!”
“Relax! We all know about that. Just leave this to us this time. We’ll take care of it, okay?”
“Like y’all were supposed to the last time.”
“We just got caught up. It’ll be different this time, okay? Ever since our parents died, the two of us have been like brothers. You’re like the twin I never had. I’m not going to let anyone else hurt you.”
“You said the same damn thing last time, John. You call me your brother but brothers don’t ditch each other. Just stay out of my business. I’ll handle it.”
“How?”
“Endure it till I’m out of this hellhole. I’m anyways getting used to being disappointed and humiliated. It’s not going to make a difference…”
John didn’t respond. I walked away feeling pathetic. I kicked a single stone till I reached home. I didn’t even greet my aunt, I just ran up the stairs. Surprisingly, the window was fixed. My aunt never gave me any shit about broken windows. She never even asked me about them considering how often Matt used to break them.
My head was heavy with thoughts of rage and how I would get stronger and beat David someday. I kept imagining situations where I’d just walk up to him and break his bones or bust his nose but reality brought me back every time I wandered off too far. My nose still hurt. I just decided to sleep it off and not attend college for a while. I wonder what my aunt would think about that. I mean, she does care for me and she does love me but she’s never taken the time to understand or listen to me. She’s always so cautious and scared about my safety and wellbeing that it suffocates me. With friends like mine, who wouldn’t be? I fell asleep thinking about how different my life would have been if mum and dad were still there.
I woke up to a stone hitting my window. Not again! I looked at the time, it was afternoon. As usual, Matt was standing down but there was something wrong. He wasn’t himself. I rushed down.
“What happened?”
“Hurry up. We need to go to Mark’s.”
“Why? What’s with the face?”
Matt grabbed my collar and said, “Because you were such a wuss, John went to fight David. David almost beat him to death. He’s got no one to look after him so we’re taking care of him at Mark’s. Now come on!”
We rushed over to Mark’s place. My heart broke when I saw John lying unconscious. His arm was broken, his face was bruised, his lips were torn and he had a black eye. This was inhumane.
Luke was crying. “L-look w-what he d-did to him!” He said nothing other than that over and over again.
“This has gone on far too long now. I’m going right now and I’m going to beat the shit out of this punk!”
“This is serious. Let’s call the fucking police. This isn’t even a joke. He needs medical treatment!”
“Medicines will not save him as much as retribution would.” Mark said in a grim tone. “We need to put an end to it now. Matt, let’s go find this guy.”
“Wait! Don’t do anything stupid. I’m coming too!”
“I-I’ll stay here with him,” said Luke with tears still in his eyes.
Matt carried a thick stick with him. Mark had his pissed off expression. The three of us went to the parking lot where David usually chilled with his girlfriend.
“Is that son of a bitch him?” Matt asked while pointing his stick to David.
David saw us walking towards him. He had a huge grin on his face as a beautiful girl stood behind him.
“What are you doing here punk and what’s with the stick? You gonna swing that at me? Wasn’t the last time’s beating enough that you’re back here for some more?” David said haughtily.
“It was fine till it was me. Why did you have to do that to John?”
“Who the fuck is John, you stupid twit? I don’t even know who you’re talking about. Get lost before I break your teeth!”
The very fact that he denied to remember John, pissed the three of us off. Matt didn’t even wait and swung the stick straight on David’s face. The girl behind him ran screaming for help. Matt kept hitting David. Mark stood there. I jumped on David and began punching him till I broke his nose. With each punch I felt redeemed. I was giving back to him what he gave me this whole time. We were beating him on behalf of the dozens he had tormented for years. I didn’t care where and how, I just landed punches after punches. Mark slowly walked towards us.
“That’s enough, move aside.” He said in a stern voice.
“I don’t think so. Not after what he did to John.”
“You misunderstand. I’m ending this now.”
“What do you mean by ending this?” I was a little worried.
Mark pulled out a knife. “I mean I’m going to end it. Hold his head up, Matt.” My worry turned to fear.
“Hey! Don’t do that! We’re not murderers!”
“I don’t care anymore. Think about it, if he is allowed to walk out of here alive, he will come after you again. Think about all the other guys like you that he tortures. If we finish this now, it will be a boon for all of them, it will be a boon for you and it will be retribution for John. Don’t stop me. He deserves this.”
Matt held David up as Mark continuously stabbed him in the gut. A police car sped towards us and caught us in the act. I just stood there in horror pulling my hair. There was blood on my hands. We were taken to the police station and locked up. Matt and I told the cops that we had an injured friend who needed help. We gave them the location. Mark just sat against a wall frozen. There was no emotion on his face. Matt was abusing every cop that passed by, blaming the system and how it fails to catch the real culprits before the victims take matters into their own hands and are criminalized. No one paid heed.
After a few hours, they took us to a room that only had a table and a few chairs. There was an officer sitting before us. He cleared his throat, looked at me and began speaking.
“What’s your name, boy?”
“It’s Peter.”
He nodded. “So Peter… can you tell me why exactly did you feel it was necessary to stab one of your classmates in the stomach over and over again till he bled out and died?”
“I didn’t want to kill him. I swear I didn’t. But he deserved it. He tormented me and others like me for years. I wouldn’t even have done it. I had decided to endure it till I passed out of college but then he beat up John and that pushed us over the edge!”
“Who is John?”
“John is a good friend who was severely beaten up by David! I told the other officers where he is right now. He needs help!”
“The place you mentioned is nothing but a broken down, isolated building on the outskirts, Peter. There’s no one there.”
“What do you mean? I’m guessing Luke must have taken him and gone someplace else, right guys?” I was worried. “Have your men looked properly?”
“Yes they have.” The man looked puzzled and worried.
“I doubt it! At least take Mark there. Mark lives there so he’d tell you exactly where they are!”
“Who is Mark?” he asked with his brows thickened with confusion.
I pointed to the chair Mark was sitting on, “Here! This guy. He’s Mark.” I pointed to the chair Matt was sitting on and said, “That’s Matt”.
“Son… there’s no one there. Just like there was no one at the place you mentioned.”
“What do you mean? They’re right fucking here!” My heart began racing. Cold sweat trickled down my spine. “Guys!” I looked at both of them, “say something! Tell him you’re here!”
They remained silent.
“You saw us at the parking lot, right? Mark was stabbing D-David as M-Matt held him up… Tell him guys!”
“There was no one there except you, Peter. My men saw you holding that boy down and stab him repeatedly. The girl accompanying him said you were talking to yourself and swung a stick on David’s head and then stabbed him. I think you have a serious problem, boy.”
I began shivering. What the fuck was happening. I looked at the two of them. They were looking at each other.
“Oh! We got caught, Mark!” Matt grinned.
“We did.” Mark responded.
I turned my gaze to the man before me. In a flash, Matt and Mark were standing behind him. I felt dizzy and blacked out. When I came to my senses I was in a straitjacket lying flat on my stomach. I opened my eyes and looked around to find myself alone with the four of them in an empty white room. I understood everything and began laughing maniacally. Shit! It was just me all along.