Page 77 of My Rules for Revenge
“It just seems like you’ve already gotten your revenge, and you’re going a bit overboard. By this point, you two are just endlessly bullying each other,” Eddy remarked.
“Getting revenge on people who wronged me gives me peace. My dad taught me to never back down from anything. So if Jacob continues, so will I. I’ll only have peace when he’s finished, and I win.”
“Heather, I don’t think there are any real winners in this,” Eddy added.
“One summer when I was little, I used to go to the beach all the time with my mom and dad. Something happened one day during that summer that pretty much changed my life forever.
“My mom was wearing a bikini, and she had a great body, a body she should've been proud of. But some stupid guy came up to her and told her under his breath that she should cover up. My mom was so embarrassed that she started crying. When she told my dad, he went up to the guy, picked him up, and threw him in the water,” I said.
“Damn. He’s one hell of a guy.”
“He always stood up for us. That was the day my dad told me to never let people walk all over me and that the world would be cruel to me if I let it. That’s why I’m doing this. We can’t let people like Jacob win. They’ll continue being assholes, so they need to be beaten down until they’re broken,” I exclaimed.
“If you break him, what’ll happen to you in the end? How far would you go? All I’m suggesting is that you should maybe try to forgive and forget. Peace can be an option. This can end without someone getting seriously hurt.”
“Forgive and forget? He posted my nudes all over social media and all over the internet. My mom saw those pictures. Do you know how embarrassing that was for me? He completely humiliated me,” I remarked.
“Jesus, your mom saw that? What did she say?”
“What she always says—she told me to ignore it—don’t do anything, don’t fight back, and don’t make it worse. She’s been telling me this my whole life. I love my mom, but I hate that side of her. If you don’t fight back, people will eat you alive,” I said.
“I think you’re eating yourself alive. That doesn’t sound like it makes sense, but you know what I mean,” Eddy commented.
“What? What are you talking about? Honestly, I don’t know why we’re discussing this, Eddy.”
I got up to leave; Eddy followed suit.
“Heather, wait. I’m sorry, but I have to say this: You swung a baseball bat and smashed up Frankie’s house while trying to kill Jacob. That wasn’t cool. It was intense and kind of scary, and I don’t think it was necessary. You seriously hurt him, and no matter what he did, there could’ve been serious consequences for you.”
“Of course, it was necessary. He barged in on Frankie and Vivian and tried to have a threesome with them. He even asked me to fondle his balls. That kid is a menace to society,” I remarked.
“Okay, obviously he’s a flawed guy who’s done some horrible things, but beating him with a baseball bat in public might not be the best idea.”
“Eddy, why do you think like that? You’re being ridiculous.”
“Heather, two wrongs don’t make a right. You can continue to humiliate and bully him, but what will that accomplish? You’re just turning into a bully yourself.”
“I’m not the bully—he is. I’m just giving him what he deserves.”
“You can’t just endlessly try to destroy him. This has to stop at some point. I think it should be now.”
“I think it should never end. I want him dead!” I exclaimed.
Eddy sighed.
“You don’t want to end this? Haven’t you completed your goal by now?”
“Nope.”
“I’m sorry, Heather, but I’m done.”
“You’re done? Done with what?”
“I’m done helping you.”
“Are you serious?”
“I am.”
