This story will make me look bad, but I'll tell it anyway.
I was 19 years old, returning home on a chilly November evening. I lived with my parents in a residential area of ??gray nine-story buildings. It was a dreary place, all asphalt and concrete. I heard my name being called from the darkness. I walked over to see three girls standing there. I knew two of them, and I could even call one a friend, at a stretch, but I was seeing the third for the first time in my life. My almost-friend a blonde bitch named "Maxi," said they were going out for a drink but didn't have enough money. I was in a bad mood, and my mother kept lecturing me about how worthless I was, so I happily gave them the extra cash. We went to the store, bought vodka, beer and cigarettes, and then entered one of the entrances and settled down on the landing between floors. We mixed vodka and beer, a drink called "yorsh," a favorite drink of the marginalized. And then, when I was so drunk I barely knew what I was doing, one of the girls, also very drunk, made some ridiculous joke at my expense. I kicked her in the chest. She flew into the wall, but as soon as she came to, she immediately attacked me.We started fighting, I punched her in the head a few times, she grabbed me by the neck, then I performed a takedown and pinned her chest with my knee. I swung my fist, but didn't throw a punch, because I thought the fight was already over. And then a kick landed in my face. I'd completely forgotten about the other two girls. They climbed a few steps up the stairs and started kicking me in the face. Before I covered myself with my forearms, going into a deep defense, I managed to take a few punches. Then they all started kicking me, but they couldn't knock me down. I remained standing, but the alcohol prevented me from assessing the situation clearly and coming up with a plan. I simply stood there and covered myself with my arms.Then Maxi said we all needed to calm down. She came up to me, said it was a misunderstanding, and extended her hand. I didn't expect any trouble, so I shook her hand, and at that moment she head-butted me in the nose.After which, those bitches pounced on me again. This time, they cornered me. But that didn't give them the chance to get behind me, so I fought them off successfully. This went on for several minutes. The three of them beat me, and I defended myself, throwing random blows. Since they were also drunk, they often got in each other's way. Seizing the moment, I yanked one of them toward me and then pushed it under her friends' feet. This gave me time to run down the stairs and out of the building.
I came home and went straight to bed. It wasn't until the morning, when I looked in the mirror, that I could assess the damage. The entire left side of my face was swollen, a blood vessel had burst in my eye, my eyebrow was cut, and my nose was also damaged, although it wasn't broken. I was covered in bruises and scrapes. On top of that, my finger was dislocated.
If they had managed to knock me down, I think they would have kicked me and I would have ended up in the hospital, so I was lucky.
That does sound nasty, I hate fighting in locations like that. One slip, your head hits the concrete and…well it’s really not good! Is it!
Anyway did you ever settle the score with your so called friend Maxi? As something tells me you wouldn’t have let this pass.
Xoxo
Kate
Everything is not as simple as it might seem at first glance. Of course I could have told you how I beat Maxi, but I didn't actually do that. When I was a teenager, I was really stupid and arrogant, I was in a youth gang. Maxi was in the gang too. We spent a lot of time on the streets at night, doing all sorts of stupid things. Now I realize I was playing with fire, but back then I thought I was a really tough bitch. All members of such street gangs adhered to certain unwritten rules, the so-called "concepts." So, "concepts" I was wrong. If you read my previous post carefully, I was the one who started the fight by hitting another girl, simply because I didn't like her joke. If you read Ruslana's message about how her friends didn't help her while she was being beaten by some bitch, then in my case, the friends of the girl I was beating, on the contrary, intervened and came to the aid of their friend. I had nothing to show Maxie. Of course, I could just beat her up (we used to fight with her several times and she always lost), but then, "according to the concepts", it would turn out that I was engaged in lawlessness, and for this I can answer.
I didn't want to start a showdown at all, especially since I tried to stay away from my old gang. About a month later, I accidentally met Maxi on the street, we talked and decided to leave what happened in the past and not return to it again.
After high school, I went to university and focused on my studies and sports. I stopped hanging out on the streets and hanging out with my old "friends." Maxi, however, continued playing dangerous games, pretending to be a tough gangster. About two years after the fight I described, she went to prison for drug trafficking. After graduating, I moved to another city and don't know anything about Maxi's subsequent fate.
