Debbie West, a petite, young twenty-four year old secretary, was confronted by a girl gang near a local park last summer. These girls were brutal and attended a local high school. Some were vocational students and some were jocks. A few were downright huge. They were used to beating people up and Debbie knew she was in trouble, especially when seven of them walked up to her and called her a skinny, preppy bitch.
Debbie didn’t sass them or talk back. She just swallowed her pride and tried to walk away. It was then that a tall girl stepped out and grabbed her arm.
“Don’t take this personally but I’m trying to get into this gang. I need to beat someone up to get in. Debbie pulled her arm away but immediately got punched in the face. Ten seconds later she was on the ground getting walloped by this girl who was at least six inches taller and forty pounds heavier.
After the beating the girls confronted her three other times. Sometimes they threatened her and other times they called her names. One fat girl even pushed her in the water once leaving Debbie to walk away all drenched as the girls laughed at her.
It wasn’t until a few weeks ago that she asked them why they were picking on her; and what she could do to stop it.
“Nothing against you,” the fattest girl said, “But you are older and skinny and we need our pledges to have someone they can beat up.”
“What can I do to get you off my back?” she said, looking down at her feet as the fattest girl smirked. She wore glasses and looked extremely vicious. She wasn't smiling.
“Find someone here today and kick their ass. Then we’ll start picking on her instead.”
Debbie looked around. She was sick and tired of being bullied. And to make matters worse she had recently broken up with a boyfriend that she really cared about. It was time to put and end to this bullying but only if she picked a fight in front of the girls and beat someone up.
“I’ll tell you what,” said the fat girl, who was at least six feet tall and over three hundred pounds. “I know you aren’t much of a fighter, just looking at you. All you need to do is pick someone out, hit them once or twice, knock them on their ass, then throw their ass in the water.”
Debbie was only about 5’5” tall and weighed about 114 pounds. Finding someone she could beat up would be tough. But within a couple minutes some auburn headed cowgirl appeared from the restroom and started walking toward the water. She was clad in tight Wrangler jeans, a white sleeveless halter top and boots. She wore a white cowboy hat.
The fattest girl nodded at Debbie. “Go on, kick her ass and your free of us.”
The auburn-haired chick was probably twenty-five or twenty-six. Debbie knew she was older than she. And as she sized her up she estimated the woman to be about five-four and 110 pounds.
Debbie approached her. But instead of hitting her she mustered up as much anger and strength as she could, charged the woman and picked her up.
“Hey, what are you doing?” the woman cried. But Debbie ignored her. “Put me down now!”
Debbie carried the woman into the muddy water. The girls were laughing. As soon as she got about fifteen feet into the water and nearly waist deep, she tossed the cowgirl in. As soon as the woman surfaced, face all muddy and sans her cowboy hat, Debbie punched her in the face and knocked her back into the water.
This time when the woman surfaced she grabbed for Debbie’s throat with her outstretched hands. But Debbie parried her arms outward, grabbed her by the hair and dragged her back toward the shore.
“Kick her ass,” one of the girls said.
“Yeah, fuck that cxnt up,” said the fat girl. She was punching her palm and smiling. "I want to see blood."
Debbie threw the woman to the dirt and jumped on top of her. She started slapping her and then choked her. Two minutes later the tall, fat girl pulled Debbie off the woman by the arm and tossed her to the side.
“Guess what?” she said to the cowgirl, who was covered in mud from head to foot. The woman didn’t answer. She just gawked at the girl as she pushed herself up by the elbows. The fat girl then pulled her up by the arm. The woman was on her feet in a flash.
“You’re my bitch now,” the girl said. The woman didn’t understand anything. She finally said,
“Just let me go.”
“You’ll go when I tell you to go, bitch.”
The cowgirl tried to jerk her arm away but got punched in the gut. She immediately fell to her knees as she aspirated a rather high-pitched, “ummmmphhh!” The woman then fell to her back spread-eagled.
“You can go, blondy,” the fat girl said. “You’ve just been replaced. And I'm going to enjoy making an example out of this cowgirl cxnt, and from the looks of her, it's gonna be a long time till she gets replaced."
The cowgirl glared at the fat chick.
"Don't look at me like that, you little bitch, or I'll really fuck you up." The cowgirl looked down at her muddy blue jeans, obviously very intimidated by the immense girl.
The cowgirl obviously didn’t know she had just become the new object of abuse. But it was inevitable that she would soon realize what had just transpired. And she herself would soon be searching for someone she could pass her “bitch” status onto, if there really was someone out there she could beat up.
