Page 21 of My Rules for Revenge
When Aidan posted this on the official Brightwood High social media handles, his social media accounts and accusatory posts were mysteriously deleted. Some rumors swirled around that Newman threatened to expel him. Others said that Newman had a computer student hack into his accounts and delete them outright.
This hacking student extraordinaire in question wore a black tracksuit along with a white beanie. He was strange from what I heard, and I rarely ever saw him. Regardless of what happened, Aidan soon disappeared a couple of weeks later and was never seen again.
Some people thought he got assassinated by a government goon until Vivian herself saw him at a local taco restaurant. She found out that he had transferred schools, and he was reluctant to divulge any additional details.
The reality was that I went to Brightwood High, and I had no choice despite its faults. I had paved an academic path for myself, and I had plans to go to a decent college, after all. I deemed Principal Newman off-limits.
I tried to get justice through the “system,” and it failed me miserably. I’ll be honest, though, I had secretly wanted it to fail. I wanted to get revenge myself, as I always had. I didn’t want anyone fighting my battles for me.
Now that I knew for certain that the school wouldn’t get involved… I was ready to ruin him.
“You know what? I’m sure it will blow over,” I said with certainty.
“I’m sure as well.”
I got up and smiled as sarcastically as possible. He hilariously reciprocated. Exactly one second later, I swung my arms onto his desk and threw all his papers and folders onto the floor. He yelled out in horror. I quietly laughed.
“I’m so, so sorry. I think I had a seizure.”
Principal Newman was so astounded that he was barely able to speak.
“It’s alright, Heather. I just wasn’t expecting that. Do you think you could help?”
Before he had a chance to finish his sentence, I told him I had class and hurried out.
I rushed to the bathroom as I attempted to keep my tears in. Many students subtly pointed and whispered towards me. Some giggled and snickered. From the corner of my eye, I saw Eddy. He gave me a concerned look. I didn’t stop to see if he wanted tosay something. Eddy was a sweet guy. The type of guy you could take to meet your parents, but I wasn’t currently interested in being comforted by him. I needed to be alone. I didn’t want anyone to see the emotional wreck that I was.
When I entered the dirty bathroom, my nose was immediately attacked with a foul smell of discount perfume, overused bleach, and disgusting body odor.
The mirrors were smeared with lipstick residue and another red substance I didn’t want to further inspect.
I busted into an open stall and thankfully didn’t see a ten-pound donkey turd floating in the toilet water. I shut the seat and sat down while I locked the door behind me. I slid out my phone and went on social media. I saw that my nudes were still on my feed. A dozen anonymous accounts had already saved them and reposted them for the whole internet to see.
While I reported and blocked these accounts, I couldn’t help but skim through the comments people left. Some said they had already beaten themselves off to my pictures. One user said he did it nineteen times. Another user said I should've released a sex tape. One user replied that he would buy the sex tape. Another user questioned if I had a subscription account—he wanted to see more of my pictures.
One user said he wanted to behead me for unjustly exposing myself. Another user said that he wanted to kidnap me and ship me overseas, where they would have stoned me to death. Someone else asked me to show my “stinky” feet.
By far the weirdest one was someone who wanted me to send them a jar filled with my actual shit. They offered to pay me thousands of dollars. Others simply called me an ugly cow, a disgusting slut, or a dumb whore.
The list went on and on. I knew that these so-called “human beings” were all talk. For whatever reason, they had decided to be extremely toxic and spew hate towards me.
If I had tried to come up with a reason as to why they would do something like this, I would’ve come up with a million different possibilities, and it wasn’t worth it.
At the end of the day, they were just words. This is what I repeatedly told myself as I continued to read. I knew I was torturing myself, but for whatever inexplicable reason, my eyes were glued to the screen as the tears poured out.
I couldn’t fathom why all these online strangers wanted to make me feel like I was a worthless, emotionless sex doll.
Despite what they thought, I wasn’t put on this Earth to be the subject of this relentless verbal abuse. By the time I stopped, my blood felt like it was about to evaporate with steam. I punched the stall door and bruised my fist.
“Ow,” I groaned.
I shouldn’t have done that, but I liked to hit stuff when I was angry. It helped.
Vivian walked in after I texted her my location.
Heather! Heather, are you in here?” Vivian asked.
“Yeah,” I said as I sniffled.
