Hello everyone,
I continue to be so grateful to all the ladies that are willing to share and have their stories posted here. I found this latest one from Allison very entertaining and really enjoyed it. Thanks again to my favorite ghost writer Shelby for her help in keeping these stories coming. This is all you gorgeous. Now please enjoy,
Allison’s Story
Hello everyone, my name is Allison and my story takes place several years ago when I was 21. It was literally years in the making so I feel it is necessary to share some childhood memories to help you understand how these events came to be.
I grew up with my sister Shannon in a modest home. She was three years older than me and she was the best big sister a girl could ever have. Shannon was encouraging, supportive and always had my back. When she was old enough to babysit, our parents would leave us alone with Shannon in charge.
These were always the best nights ever. Sometimes we would turn the lights out and tell ghost stories until I got too scared and then Shannon would comfort me and get me laughing again. Other times she would make popcorn and we would watch movies until I fell asleep. Whatever we did she always made it the best night ever. Until the next one.
When I was 8 years old Shannon introduced me to something she called the hickie tickie torture. She would sit on me and tickle me until I couldn't stand it. She would make me say funny things like she was queen of the house and I had to promise to follow her royal decrees. Although she never made me do it, she would sometimes make me say I would do her chores for the next week. As the name suggests, it was sheer torture but yet so funny. When Shannon started high school she moved away from these juvenile activities. She made me feel ten feet tall when she told me it was because I was just getting too strong for her. Although I would never admit it, I was both relieved and sad because I knew I would miss it.
Shannon was always very driven and studious, two things that will not earn you a seat at the cool kids table. Although not part of the cool sect she was certainly not unpopular and had several close friends. To this day I am not sure what happened but in her junior year she managed to draw the ire of two of the school's queen bees. Janine and Morgan were also juniors and obviously in training to run the school. They never had a problem with Shannon before but now they made it their mission to make her life miserable. Janine and Morgan had a huge following of other girls that were only too happy to join in the fun. Fortunately it never got physical but they broke her emotionally in spite of her strong support network. Sometimes I would hear Shannon crying late at night and it would break my heart.
I was always frustrated by my lack of ability to help but I can only imagine what my parents felt. Calls to the school led to meetings that did nothing. It seemed these girls were just allowed to come after my sister at their pleasure and there was nothing anyone could or would do about it.
I started as a freshman at the same school during Shannon’s senior year. I made my disdain for Janine and Morgan known at every opportunity. We had several verbal altercations throughout the year but nothing more serious. They were typical bullies, cowards to the core.
One day I came home and decided to bring some levity back into her life. I came into the house and found Shannon sitting in a chair with the ever present textbook. After she noticed and acknowledged me I asked,
“Do you remember the hickie tickie torture?”
Shannon giggled and asked,
“How could I ever forget the hickie tickie torture?”
I flashed her an evil grin and said,
“Oh good, because I was just thinking it might be time for a little payback.”
Suddenly her smile turned to a look of concern and Shannon replied,
“Oh c’mon Ally, aren’t we a little old for this?”
I said,
“Are we ever really too old for a little payback?”
I started moving toward her wiggling my fingers while Shannon pulled her feet up onto the chair and held her hands out in a defensive position in front of her. It was so good to see her laugh again.
“Aw c’mon Ally, I said I was sorry for that.”
Then I noticed she was looking past me over my shoulder and her face twisted into a look of horror. She started pointing excitedly at our front window and said,
“Look! A flock of turtles.”
I still can't believe I fell for it but I looked at the window as Shannon ran out the front door laughing. As she ran down the street she looked over her shoulder and let out a little scream when she saw I was chasing her. She was laughing too hard to run so I caught her a few doors down and wrestled her to the ground. I managed to get on top of her and started exacting my revenge. I was now the hickie tickie torture expert and I got her good. I tickled her mercilessly for several minutes and made her say I was queen of the house and she would follow my royal decrees. Between screams and shrieks of laughter she breathlessly complied.
“Ok, Ok You're the queen, you're in charge. Please stop it, just stop it!”
Satisfied, I decided I would extend some mercy so I helped her up, held her wrists behind her back and perp walked her back to the house. Once inside, I think we laughed for an hour about what the neighbors must be thinking.
I was really hoping this little trip down memory lane would bring a little joy back into her life but instead it had the opposite effect. Within days it was all over school that Shannon got beat up by her little sister. Of course Janine and Morgan were all over this along with their minions. They went after Shannon hard and I was no longer able to remain quiet.
I very publicly called Janine and Morgan out. I made it known Shannon and I were fooling around and she let me win, an option I would not need if either of them wanted to try their luck with ‘little sister’. I did this with the best of intentions but again I only made things worse. I had now created the illusion that Shannon could not look after herself but needed protection from her freshman sister. I felt so bad. It seemed it would be best if I just stayed out of it.
A few months later, high school came to a merciful end for Shannon and she went off to University. I missed her everyday but I was happy she was free from all the hassles she was forced to endure from those two bitches and their minions.
Call it life, karma or whatever but it's funny how the universe finds a way to balance things out. Shannon used to say she did not graduate from high school but rather survived it. This was largely because of Janine and Morgan and all the shit they put her through. Now four short years later Shannon had completed her commerce degree from university and had just been accepted into law school. I was so proud of her I could have burst. Meanwhile things did not pan out so well for her classmates. At this point in their lives I am sure Janine and Morgan were expecting to be starring in one of those ‘Housewives of’ shows but that was not the case. They both made out alright, Janine worked for the city as an Administrative Assistant while Morgan was a cashier in a local supermarket. A long way from the glamorous lives they envisioned. In spite of all this, whenever I had the misfortune to run into them they would always have some disparaging remark to make about my sister. As the next two years passed by, it was clear to me that animosity was the result of the jealousy festering in them.
My story takes place on a cool October evening. I was now 21 years old and stood 5 feet 4 inches and weighed about 130 lbs. I had brown hair just past my shoulders and wore black jeans and a royal blue button down shirt with a black leather jacket. I was looking forward to a night out with friends.
I had known Robyn and Lisa since middle school and they invited me out bowling. I had not been out bowling for years and thought it might be fun so off we went. We were joined by Lisa’s boyfriend Darryl. I met Darryl a couple of years before and found him to be a very good guy and a lot of fun. We arrived at the bowling alley and were assigned a lane and as we made our way to it I noticed Janine and Morgan with two women I did not know. Robyn and Lisa were both very familiar with the history and asked if I would prefer to just leave. I said I did not want to give those two anymore control over my life than I already had so we would stay and have a good time.
A couple of hours flew by and the four of us were having a great time when I noticed Janine, Morgan and their two friends standing behind us. Janine was dressed in skinny jeans and a black sweater with converse sneakers. Morgan wore black pants with a tank top under a white button down shirt tied at the waist. She had a pair of burgundy ankle boots with a 3 inch heel. They looked like they were trying to relive their glory days from high school.
They were obviously finished with their game and preparing to leave so there was virtually no reason for them to be there. The doors were at the other end of the building as were the washrooms but there they were putting their jackets on and carrying on a conversation ten feet behind us. I started paying attention to the conversation as they were speaking loud enough for us to hear. It turns out they were detailing their history with me and my ‘loser sister’ for their friends. I had about heard enough when I walked over and asked,
“Doesn't anything ever change around here? I mean how old are you bitches now? 30?”
Yes, I knew they were not that old. I just wanted to make a point. Janine quickly corrected me,
“Try 24 you stupid bitch. What you can't count? Same as your loser sister.”
I answered,
“No, I can, it's just I was confused. See, you look 34 but you act 14 so I guess if you average it out, yeah 24.”
They both just stood there staring at me looking dumber than usual so I felt compelled to deal with the ‘loser sister’ remark,
“Oh by the way, my loser sister is in her final year of law school so she is definitely on the road to success. Meanwhile, you two are careening down the highway to nowhere and you're most decidedly speeding. So tell me again, who’s the loser?”
Janine started moving toward me,
“How would you like a punch in that smart mouth?”
I liked where this was going. Finally after all these years it seemed I was going to get my shot.
“I’ve been waiting for this day for years but none of you have ever had the guts.”
Morgan flashed over with rage and Janine was forced to hold her back while she said,
“Guts nothing you fucking cxnt, Let's go outside right fucking now.”
I could see we were creating quite the commotion so I said,
“Oh classy language. Lead the way, let's go.”
Janine and her group started for the door and Darryl tried his best to play peacekeeper,
“C’mon, maybe we should all just take a step back and calm down.”
His effort fell on deaf ears as we all continued for the door. A couple of staff members rushed over to tell us the bowling shoes could not leave the building. This was the last thing I cared about so I left them on the counter. Robyn and Lisa followed suit leaving poor Darryl to stay behind and settle things up with the bowling alley staff. We barely reached the parking lot when Janine yelled at her group,
“Everybody stay back, this little bitch is mine.”
Morgan replied,
“You got it. Kick her ass.”
I did not say anything as we walked further into the parking lot moving as far away from the building as possible. This was finally happening and neither of us wanted any chance of it being stopped by staff or anyone else. When we had moved a suitable distance from the building and people coming and going, Janine removed her jacket and handed it to her friends. She turned to face me and without a word we were just into it. Janine came at me and we both started swinging with everything we had. It was obvious that years of animosity were coming out on both sides.
I was landing some hard slaps and punches causing Janine to backpedal until she lost her footing and went down on her butt. I moved toward her but she kept me at bay by kicking at me. I stood back while she got back on her feet and we charged at each other again. She grabbed a handful of hair and began pulling and punching at me. I moved forward swinging back at her and I managed to knock her on her butt again. This time I was able to straddle her and I began slapping at her head and face. Janine started bucking furiously which kept me off balance and I was not able to hold the top position. She was eventually able to roll me over and scramble to her feet.
I could see the frustration and anger in her as she charged at me and tackled me to the pavement. It hurt like hell and took me a moment to recover but by that time she had crawled on top of me. Janine now had a hold of my hair and was pulling on it and slapping at me. I used my left leg for leverage and rolled to my right and she fell on her side. I was not able to gain the top position as she wrapped her legs around my waist. I moved up on my knees and delivered some hard slaps before she was able to roll me over onto my back and get on top of me again. She tried to pin my arms under her knees but I was able to prevent this by pulling up on her left foot and rolling her over. When I moved toward her to take advantage of this, she kicked me in the chest, sending me sprawling.
I was slightly winded and took a moment to recover. At this point I noted a small crowd had gathered and became concerned someone might alert the authorities. Before I could react Janine tackled me to the pavement again and managed to get on top of me. She began slapping at me with both hands and I could hear Morgan shouting encouragement,
“C’mon Janine, beat the bitch!”
I lifted my hips as high as I could and rolled to my right knocking Janine off her perch. I heard Robyn say,
“Yes, that's it, let's go Ally.”
I now had Janine on her back and tried to get on top of her but she prevented that by pulling her knees to her chest. I began slapping and punching at her head and she rolled onto her side. I straddled her while she was on her side and forced her to her back. I managed to trap her left arm under my knee and I began slapping her with both hands. She did roll out from under me again but I managed to get back on top of her and began slapping at her head and face while she bucked and squirmed beneath me. She lifted her hips high enough that it forced me to brace myself in order to maintain my balance but it did not stop me from hitting her. Her attempts to free herself were all unsuccessful and I could hear Morgan almost tearfully yelling at me,
“Stop it! Stop it! Get off her you bitch.”
I just kept on slapping at her and eventually her struggling slowed as she seemed to accept her defeat. At one point it was nothing more than occasionally lifting a foot and dropping it back into place. That is when I knew I had won. There was no way she was escaping and all that was left was for her to admit it.
The look on her face told me she knew it was over. It was most satisfying to see Janine looking up at me beaten and disheveled but I wanted a submission,
“Are we finished here?”
Janine had to think about it but finally she spat it out,
“Alright you win now get the fuck off me!”
I said,
“When you ask me nicely.”
She rolled her eyes and muttered something but said,
“Fine, you win. Now will you please get off me.”
I was on cloud 9 at this point. I stood up and went to my friends who were just as happy for me. I apologized for ruining our fun night out and dragging them into this. They told me it was all good. I was thrilled to see Darryl had caught up with us and brought our jackets and shoes.
Suddenly, Lisa tried to warn me just as I heard a voice behind me,
“You low class bitch ass cxnt!”
It was Morgan. She came up behind me and kicked me in the back. I turned and said,
“Bitch I know you did not just kick me in the back.”
I walked towards her and she took a swing. She missed completely but now we were throwing slaps and punches at each other. This had been festering for years and now it was all coming out. I would love to tell you all about my expert timing and how I planned my shot, waited for it and landed it as planned but that would be bullshit. The truth is we were throwing everything we had at each other and my punch landed. I knew approximately where she was and I just swung my arm around in an arc. I felt the side of my fist hit the side of her face. I heard the smack and the reaction from the small crowd,
“Oooooooh!”
At that point I saw Morgan go stiff like a board and fall over on her side. Her arms were straight out in front of her and she just laid there like a carrot. No one else heard or believed me but I swear I heard her snore.
I heard Janine yell,
“MORGAN!!”
She rushed over to her knelt down, cradled Morgan’s head and brought her around. Janine looked up at me and said,
“You crazy bitch!”
The other two women helped Janine get Morgan to her feet and they shuffled off together. As they were leaving I told them if they ever wanted a rematch they knew where to find me. I felt like such a badass.
I was absolutely giddy. I knocked a bitch out! Not just any bitch it was Morgan and right after I slapped the shit out of Janine. For seven years I had felt all of this animosity towards these two and I was finally able to let it go. Without a doubt this was one of the most satisfying moments of my life.
For those interested, Shannon is now a successful attorney with a beautiful family. She has a wonderful husband and two beautiful girls aged 5 and 2. They are very close just like their mommy and auntie were. To this day whenever Shannon is in a room with someone that was there, she will ask to hear the story then laugh all the way through it.
Thank you very much for reading
