Payback
by Victor Thomas
Chapter 6
I took a deep breath, gathering my thoughts as I crouched down behind a small cluster of shrubs. I glanced at my watch. It was ten o'clock on the dot. In the distance, I saw him on the phone, smiling.
Ashton had been the leader of the four guys most responsible for the daily harassment over the last three months, ever since that asshole Coach Benson had publicly outed me in front of the entire team, and finally taking Brian away from me forever. And this bitch was going to pay!
Slowly and carefully, I crept toward his back yard. I could clearly see him inside his house, on the phone and microwaving a bag of popcorn in the kitchen. Once I reached the house, I crawled to the nearest window. As luck would have it, it was unlocked. Carefully, I stepped inside the living room. I held onto my baseball bat as I stood up straight. I was going to get this motherfucker at last.
Doing my best not to make any noise, I tiptoed toward the door and came across a small statue on top of a small table. Carefully, I picked it up. It was heavy but a little awkward to handle. Besides, I preferred my baseball bat. It was easier to swing. I placed it back down on the table and peeked out the door. A few feet away stood Ashton, apparently talking to his girlfriend Brandy on the phone.
"I know, but you better hurry up." He carefully retrieved the bag of popcorn from the microwave, setting it on the table. "I've got a surprise for you."
And I've got a surprise for you to, you piece of shit, I thought to myself.
He walked to a cabinet and retrieved a large bowl. Then he walked back to the table and tore open the bag of popcorn, pouring it's contents into the bowl.
"I can't tell you. You've got to hurry up." After taking a mouthful of popcorn, he smiled. "But how long?"
I took a deep breath, holding my baseball bat tight in my hands. I was going to do it. Everything was going to end soon.
"Ten minutes?" He smiled. "Awesome. I'll leave the front door unlocked and get everything ready then. Just come on back to my room when you get here. Bye."
He hung up and walked out of the kitchen, leaving the popcorn on the counter, heading toward his bedroom. I hid while he passed right in front of the living room door. When he was a few feet away, I came out from my hiding place and trailed behind him, slowly and carefully. All of a sudden, he froze. Something must have told him that someone was behind him.
"That's a fast ten minutes," he said, probably assuming it was Brandy. "Someone wants to get it on tonight and she's very lucky, because I'm fucking horny." When he reached his bedroom door, he pushed it open and looked around. "Where's my little sex kitten?"
"I don't think that you'll be seeing her tonight, asshole!"
I swung my bat and hit him on the back of his head.
He fell to the floor, moaning, still conscious. He twisted on the floor and looked up at me, holding the back of his head.
"Scott," he yelled. "What the fuck are you doing, fag?"
I smirked.
"Getting revenge, motherfucker," I said. "What does it look like, you stupid fuck."
His face turned white when I lifted the bat again.
"Wait!" he yelled. "I…"
I swung the bat and hit him on the left side of his face. This time he dropped on the floor, out like a light. I smiled broadly.
I quickly secured his hands and feet and dragged him out to my car and dumped his body in the trunk, then drove out of town toward the barn where the other three were waiting for us.
Now it was time for the grand finale!
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