True Story - Angela


by Roland <Kingfan6262@aol.com>

I was telling a friend of mine of a childhood experience where my temper got the best of me and she thought it might make a good addition to my collection.....so here it is Ren.

I guess it was back in 81 or 82. I was thirteen....I think. We were having a large cook-out at my house, so all my family - Aunts, Uncles, Cousins, Grandparents - and a few of our neighbors came over.

Days like this were the best. I loved everything about a cookout. The food, the games, the fires at night, the ghost stories (I think I acquired my love for horror here, the roasted marshmallows, staying up late. God........I had some of my best days during those times. I also had some of my worst days during those times as well. One time in particular stands out pretty good.

I have quite a few cousins, most of whom I got along with great, except for one....Angela. Angela was a flat out bitch. Still is to this day.....thanks to her parents who would rather have cut off their arms than to raise a hand to her. Most of the cousins - including my brother - could tolerate her, but I hated her and she hated me. We fought every time we got around each other (If not for my ability to restrain myself, we'd still act like that even now). At first it was stupid little kid stuff, you know smacking each other, and what not, but as we got older, and I grew stronger it became a real problem. I mean it got to the point where I didn't care that she was a girl. She would push me and push me till I wanted to punch her lights out. Of course as soon as I went after her, she'd run to her Mom and Dad screaming and crying, and then I was the one in trouble. Especially with my father who had always taught us that men did not go after women...EVER.

Anyway this one particular cook out, all of us boys were about to play some ball and I - being bare foot - needed my sneakers so I had some traction out there, so I went in the house and up the steps to my room and who do I find laying on my bed, looking at my tapes???????? _f_u_c_k_ING ANGELA!!!!!!!!!!

I was like what the _f_u_c_k_ is going on in here. "What are you doing!?!" I said sounding shocked.

"I was just looking." She said.

"I never said you could be in my room.......now, get the hell out!" I shouted.

"Fine. You want your tapes....HERE," She said and the next thing I know her arm comes up and knocks the whole case right off my bed, Tapes went every where. Then, as if that wasn't bad enough, she started stepping all over them.

I was livid. I was so pissed that I couldn't move, or talk, or even react. I just stood there for about a minute looking at her. Then I saw that _s_h_i_t_ty little grin cross over her face. "OOPS." She said.

It was more than my brain could handle at such a young age. Suddenly I wanted to kill her, and I mean dead. She was going to be one sorry little bitch when I got through with her......OHHHHHHH.

I flew across the floor after her screaming. "You BITCH."

Seeing the rage in my eyes and that crazed look on my face I think she knew that I was going to kill her because she took off running. Into the hall, down the steps, and into the kitchen, screaming the whole way.

"I'm going to kill you Angela." I shouted as I chased her.

When we got into the kitchen she ran around the table to get something between us and that's when I saw the steak knife on the counter.

(Before I go on...I was not going to stab her or hurt her in any way.....I was only going to scare the _s_h_i_t_ out of her and threaten her a little. OK. I know it was stupid.)

We circled the table a half a turn - me with the knife, her yelling at me and looking like she were about to cry - and in walks my Grandmother............(OH _s_h_i_t_)

She about had a heart attack when she saw what was going on and screamed at me to put down the knife (Which I did immediately) then she popped her head out the back door and screamed my fathers name. "MITCHHHHHHHHHHH"

Of course Mitch and my two Uncles, my Mother, my cousin Gary, and god knows who else, came running to see what the heck she was freaking out about and there they saw me and Angela, who was pretending to cry quite hysterically by now.

"Roland had that knife and was chasing after her." My grandmother told my Dad, who in turn snapped his head around to me and gave me this open mouthed, wide eyed, I can't _f_u_c_k_ing believe it, look.

"He said he was going to cut me." Angela cried.

"I did not. I wasn't going to use it......I was just."

"Just what!" My mother yelled as my father stood there with that look.

"Trying to scare her." I mumbled. .

"Get to your ROOM.....NOW!!!" MY father shouted.

(_s_h_i_t_..........I'M _f_u_c_k_ING DEAD) I thought as I looked into his blazing eyes.

"She was in my room and knocked my tapes onto the floor, then stomped on them" I started to ramble on and on, so my side of the story would get heard, but no one was interested in my side.

My father walked over to me quickly, slapped his hand on the back of my neck and led/pushed me out of the kitchen, threw the living room, and up the steps, announcing - loud enough for the world to hear - that I wasn't going to sit for the rest of the day.

As soon as I walked/was dragged up the steps he tossed me into my room, sending me stumbling into my desk. I snapped around quickly and pointed to my floor. "See what she did." I yelled as a last effort to make him see my side of things.

"I don't give a _s_h_i_t_ what she did.......going after her with a knife.......Jesus Christ Roland, have you lost your mind.........NO sir. You get your shorts down." He said as he removed his belt. "NOW."

(OH God....he was going to beat me bare assed) I thought.

"Please Dad.....Not like that." I pleaded.

"Don't make me do it for you." He warned.

I dropped my hands down at my waist and unbuttoned my shorts and slid them down just past my butt and just held them there for a minute, you know, waiting to see what I had to do next. Well, he got pissed because I was not doing what he had asked apparently and the next thing I knew he jerked me into him suddenly - causing me to let go of my shorts complete (They hit the floor) - then yanked my underwear just past my butt and sat down on the bed. A second later I was over his knee getting the butt whipping from hell.

Now getting belted was one thing, but getting belted across your bare ass was something else entirely. Anyone who has been in this situation will tell you that. He had me crying within a minute, and fighting to throw my hand back across my ass, and kicking and screaming, but nothing stopped it. He just tightened his grip around my chest and taught me never to loose my cool like that again.....especially when it came to a woman.

After the beating was over and my ass was burning red and throbbing, he pulled me up and pushed me away from him so I could pull up my pants, then he marched me back down stairs, outside and right up to Angela who was sitting in a chair (a punishment from her father.....BFD). "Now you apologize to her." My father said shaking me a little.

It was the worst moment I could think of so far in my young life. To be made to stand there in front of that manipulating, evil little Bitch watching her grin at me as she waited for an apology that - in my opinion - she should have been making to me. God that grin. I just stood there starring at here through wet eyes that were still burning with rage and heat, wanting to kill her.

"ROLAND!" My father snapped.

I spat out the word. "Sorry."

Angela - looking very pleased with herself - gave me a little grin and said that it was OK.

My Aunt - who was kneeling down beside her precious little girl - goes "Don't you think maybe there is something you'd like to say to Roland."

Of course a precious (fake) sounding "I'm sorry." Came out, but it meant nothing.

I had to stand just to eat a fricken hot-dog that day and all she got was 15 minutes in a chair and then she had to pick up the tapes. I think I was more pissed over that than anything else.


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