One tough neighborhood.					
By The " T.K.O Kid "				
A boy gets trashed, by several neighborhood girls.                    		
										
			                                                     
One tough neighborhood.                    			
										                
O.k first off since I have a death wish, we're gonna believe 
that the male character in this story is me, along with several 
of some girls I grew up with, that had a real reputation for 
fighting ', but had no pleasure of getting my ass kicked by 
them. Their last names will be excluded from this story, along 
with mine. So enjoy reading what it could of been like for me 
if I did run into these four girls in a dark neighborhood ally 
', and they dished me out a thrashing that I would never 
forget, or heal soon from. 						
					                                                                           
One tough neighborhood.              				
								                                    
It was a warm summer evening, and a few friends, and I were 
shooting some hoops down in the neighborhood park. The parks 
lights were about to be shut off, that lit up the court. Rick 
a friend of my made the suggestion that we go to the local 
hangout, near the highschool, and shoot some pool, since it 
would be to dark to continue to play any basketball. I decided 
to hang back at the ball court to get some more practice in, 
since I sucked at the game. I needed the practice ', hell I 
even had a hard time keeping up with the girls when it came to 
a game on the court. In fact when taking a girl on once, who 
was several years younger than myself, in a one on one match, I 
was easily defeated. The girl was only twelve years old, and 
she skunked me in a game to twenty four allowing me to score 
six measly points.                  				
						                  So with 
the much needed practice, I stayed back, letting my friends 
know that I would meet up with them later.			
										
						                   Clunk 
... The ball hit the rim lifelessly and bounced from it falling 
silently back to the blacktop. When suddenly I heard several 
girls giggling behind me, with one saying, " Looks like Terry, 
hasn't got enough muscle to put the ball into a ten foot hoop 
". Then another girl answered saying, " Yea I bet he couldn't 
even make a layup shot, if he was ungaurded " 			
										
		                    Then I turned around to see 
four highschool girls I knew standing there, two of which I 
knew, and the other two them I knew only by names ', not 
knowing them personally. These girls had a reputation for 
fighting, and cornering some boys, and beating the shit out of 
them. They were tomboys in other words, or better yet bullys, 
who enjoyed beating up on boys.					
										I 
was growing a little nervous, when I noticed that they weren't 
leaving. I decided to prove the one wrong that said I couldn't 
even make a layup ungaurded. Running towards the hoop to do a 
layup, I decided to get fancy, by trying to pull off an under 
the rim twisting layup shot. The ball spun wildly out of my 
hands, hitting Connie in the face, as I fell to the blacktop on 
my ass. Looking up I could tell that she was pissed as she 
took my ball in hand, and stared at me angrily. Getting to my 
feet I walked cautiously over to her rubbing my ass, and then 
asking her, "  could you please give me my ball back  "  " Sure 
", she said, drilling me hard with the ball into my midsection 
with a hard pass. The throw nearly knocked me off my feet, and 
knocked nearly all the wind out of me ', as I staggered back, 
gasping for breath.							
					" If you don't know how to shoot 
the ball, you should stay off the fucking court ", Connie said, 
as she, and the three other girls approached me slowly. I knew 
I was in trouble, and was going to get my ass kicked if I 
didn't get the hell out of dodge. Turning around I took off 
running. " Catch his faggot ass " I heard one hollering, then 
looking behind I saw the four of them, being Valerie, Heather, 
and Sherrie who I knew personally along with Connie taking 
chase after me.								
								  I managed to 
make it to the local grocery store that was now closed, 
panicking, as I saw the four girls running towards my direction 
in a fast solid trot ', I darted around the grocery store 
building, panting and breathing hard, I was already nearly in 
tears. There was a dumpster located at the back of the 
building, set back into two parts of the building. I ran 
quickly behind the dumpster, hiding for my dear life, and 
trying to keep myself from breaking out in tears. 		
										
			                        There I was hiding 
behind the dumpster, trying to be quite, when I heard Connie 
say, " When we find your sorry ass Terry, we're gonna stomp a 
mudhole in it " Then Valerie said, " Have any of you seen him 
yet ? "  " No " , Was the reply of Heather,  and Sherrie. 
Their scuffling around trying to find me died down. Then 
thinking they might have left, I took a peek out from behind 
the dumpster to take a look at the situation. It looked like 
the coast was clear, so now deciding I thought it was time to 
take a chance to try to make it home without getting caught, 
and hoping the four of them, went on home theirselfs. 	
										
	    Coming out from behind the trash bin, I crept slowly 
around the grocery store building, known as the I.G.A. Seemed 
like they were gone, and I began to breathe a little easier. 
Then taking a turn around the corner of the front of the store 
', I ran into Heather. " Now, now, now where do you think your 
going to little boy ? " she said, shoving me hard backwards. I 
started to plead with her, just to let me go, when suddenly she 
shouted, " He's over here, I've caught him ". Quickly I 
turned, and took off into another run, but didn't make it far, 
as Heather caught me from behind, tackling me hard, I hit the 
ground face first. She then rolled me over onto my back, and 
sraddled me. " Pleaseee... " I cried, but before I could say 
anything more, Heather started to drill me hard with lefts and 
rights to my face, I tried to throw my hands up to cover my 
head for protection, but her hard fists easily knocked them out 
of their way, and making solid contact with my face. 	
										
							       " Good job " , 
I could hear Connie say, as she and the other two girls with 
her came runiing up to the sceene. " Let me have him now " , 
Connie said, just before Heather delivered a hard right fist to 
my jaw. The punch snapped my head wickedly to the side sending 
a thin trail of blood shooting from my mouth, and nearly taking 
my head off. Then Heather got up from untop of me, allowing 
Connie to pull me to my feet. Now with tears streaming down my 
face, and blood running freely from my nose and mouth, I 
started to plead with Connie, saying, " Pleaseee... pl.. ple 
... aseee... " But before I could say anything else, she said, 
" Please what ? please don't hit me ? " , and then she slammed 
her fist hard into my stomach, doubling me over. 		
										
					                               
Connie then straightened me up, and Valerie, and Sherrie, moved 
up behind me with each of them taking an arm, and locking it 
tight, holding me captive. I struggled in vain to break free 
of their hold, but only found my attempts to be futile. Connie 
backed away only for a moment to allow Heather to drill me with 
several hard shots to my stomach. I wanted to double over from 
the pain, as it felt like she might have broken a rib. Then 
just before Connie took her shots, Heather smashed her fist 
hard along the side of my head, snapping it wickedly again to 
the side. Blackness and stars, surrounded my sight, with the 
blow, and the pain was now becoming unbearable ', as Connie and 
Heather continued to work me over from head to stomach with 
their punishing fists, as they alternated between the two of 
them taking their turns on me, as Valerie, and Sherrie held me 
upright.									
						            Connie and 
Heathers attacked ceased, with Connie telling Sherrie, and 
Valerie, that it was their turn to dish out some pain, as if I 
wasn't already in enough of it. The two released their hold, 
as I staggered forward, I was about to collaspe to the ground 
', just before Heather caught me in her arms.   Turning me 
around, her and Connie took me up in the same hold that Sherrie 
, and Valerie had me in, locking my arms tight, causing pain 
even in them from the hold. 						
									            
My head, and upper body slumped forward as the two girls held 
me tight, not allowing me any mercy of finding any rest by 
falling to the ground, and passing out into unconsienceness. 
Blood was making a steady stream from my nose and mouth, along 
with a steady stream of tears, spilling onto my shirt. My head 
and midsection felt an unmeasurable ammount of pain, from the 
first attack ', and now Sherrie, and Valerie was going to take 
their shots at me. I tried to lift my head, to make my 
surrender. But as I did Valerie sent her fist into my jaw with 
an uppercut, snapping my head back, she then reeled off two 
more with a right hook, followed by a left hook, sending my 
head from side to side. " O.k, o.k, its my turn ", I could 
barely make out Sherrie saying to Valerie. 			
										
			       Valerie stepped back, then allowed 
Sherrie to hammer away on me. Wham.. whamm..   whammm... 
Each punch Sherrie threw at me, caused greater, and more pain. 
How I was still consience through all this ? I don't know, and 
heaven wouldn't allow it to happen, and hell was taking her 
venengence out on me as Sherrie pounded me hard with rib shots, 
and shots to the face. 						
							        Then it 
seemed like relief was on its way, when I heard Connie say, " 
O.k girls, I think he's had enough. " Yea right ! "  Sherrie 
stopped her assault. Connie then took me in a side headlock, 
and began to apply the pressure.  " You little fuck ", I could 
hear her say through my muffled head, " If you ever, and I mean 
ever, do some stupid shit, like hitting me in the side of the 
face with a basketball ', I'll rip your son-of-bitchin' head 
off, do you fucking hear me ? " She said, as she twisted my 
head upwards, and applying even more pressure. I wanted to say 
something but was unable to. " Well since you can't fucking 
answer me, lets say goodnight to Terry, girls ", Connie said, 
then allowing me relief from the pain that was racking my body, 
Connie put everything she had into her headlock, while 
thrusting up on my head, I went into a sudden unconsienceness. 
I could only imagine her releasing the hold and allowing me to 
crumple to the ground in a beatin' heap. 			
										
				             I woke up the next 
mourning, finding myself in the same dumpster, the one that I 
was hiding behind the night before, and also having a splitting 
headache, that would last for the next two weeks. My friends 
that I was playing basketball with that night, when they seen 
me, asked what had happened to me. One eye was blackened, and 
swollen shut, the other was just as black, with that side of my 
head being swelled up like a basketball. Did I have any broken 
ribs after it was all over ? No but it sure would feel like it, 
for the next six weeks, as it was untill then before the pain 
started to subside. What did I tell my friends. I could have 
told them, that I was hit by a mack truck, which wouldn't have 
been furthwer from the truth, but instead I lied, and told them 
that several guys from out of town jumped me, as I was on my 
way to meet up with them that night. " Yea right Terry ".	
										THE 
END.										
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