For a moment or two I was hesitant about posting this story, not because it isn’t “good enough” for BroBible by any means but instead because it’s heavy. And to be quite blunt not all of our readers are particularly kind to people who’ve suffered and lived through abuse (read our Facebook comments to see what I’m talking about)…but ultimately I decided that this story has important enough of a message that it should be shared: that no matter what kind of shit you get put through in life, you can still come out on top if you work hard enough.
…that’s the optimistic moral to this story. In reality it’s probably not too healthy to obsess over something for 3 years straight, but I’m sure Redditor 51535 would disagree with me considering he not only pulled off the following revenge plot, but is probably sitting high and mighty while watching all the plebs who dicked him over writhe around in jail cells.
In fact, I take that back: if you can pull of a revenge plot like this but it takes 3 years of obsessing, go for it. It’s probably better therapy than money can buy.
Here’s how the story starts. Freshman year I had a pretty good life. Moved out of my abusive moms and into my dads, was pushed up to JV football, made a lot of money selling weed, made a lot of friends, etc. Around sophomore year I got into acid and shrooms, which pretty much fucked my life up. I’ll just cut right to what happened.
I was raped. I went to a party to sell weed/booze and ended up staying til about 2 am. Got lit as fuck and decided to drop some acid, while drunk/high and on adderall. Blacked out and woke up near my school with no pants and my bike like 20 feet away. Chilled with my close friends the next day and they all started making fun of me. I barely remember what happened, but apparently one of them it go down. They started congratulating me on coming out of the closet, called me a faggot, played the song rap god repeatedly on my stereo and kept rewinding the gay bashing part, so on. I ended up kicking them out. Over the next few weeks is when shit got out of hand. Everyone ‘knew’ I was gay after that, got made fun of daily, and life was just fucking terrible. Few people kept texting me things like, “Hey man, I’ll let you suck my dick if you give me some weed”, someone spray painted my car and put sugar in the fuel tank, other shit too.. I ended up transferring schools, which didn’t help. When I got to the new school, almost immediately rumors went around that I fucked a tranny, fucked a dog, and/or I fucked a guy. At this point I’ve heard a lot but those were the main ones that stuck out to me.
Anyway, 3 years later. Obviously never made any new friends and saved a lot of my drug money, and got a job. Moved out and into a new state about a month ago. Moved into an apartment and going to college next semester. Before I left I got revenge.
I graduated 6 months early, and what I’m about to go into detail is over the course of the last few months before I left. Everyone I mention is still in school… well some of them.
When shit initially went down, I deleted every trace of myself on the internet (Facebook/twitter) but I made alt accounts to keep up to date on what people were talking about (me), which was a big thing for awhile. I screenshotted posts, vulgar text messages, anything and everything someone did to me, I kept it. I had it all saved on my computer, never thought I’d go through with anything but my daily life was still a pile of shit thanks to this group of people. So, everything they ever did I had evidence of.
When I transferred schools my dad had to go to several meetings with my schools principle. My school had a lot of ‘bullying’ problems. Personally, before I left I knew 4 people who transferred schools freshman year alone because of shit like this. One because she was a ‘slut’, one because she was fat, one guy who was homeless, and the last I don’t remember. But at these meetings, the principal told my dad that I could have the people who did this held accountable and the school takes this shit very seriously. I said no way in hell; my life was already a mess, I didn’t want to bring attention to myself I just wanted out.
3 years later.. I brought in about 100 pages of me being shit on by fellow classmates online. I went in after hours and she (the principal) was still there and remembered who I was. I told her everything I just said now. The rape (not the drugs, just said I was drunk), the vandalism, everything. I told her how people at the new school started doing the same things to me as the people here, how when I saw them in public they made a big deal about it, how they ruined my life. Page after page of harassment, bullying, threats. She brought in the schools police liaison who called in 2 other officers. We went through every single paged, photocopied everything, identified everyone involved, and I filed numerous police reports.
9 people. I essentially ruined the lives of 9 people. I believe most are facing felony harassment lawsuits as is, one confessed to vandalizing my car, one was immediately charged with possession of weed and paraphernalia (they searched her car) and I believe most were expelled on the spot. None of them will receive their high-school diplomas unless they weasel out of it.
For 3 years I sat in agony for the things these people did. For 3 years I thought about how I could get revenge, if at all, and what the best way to do it was. Out of all the things they did to me and everything that happened, I can say without a doubt that after seeing their mugshots, I’m finally at peace.
[Via Reddit]