I saw Junior around my neighborhood a lot after that. He was a cousin of someone in the area. Next, he threatened my best friend. I lived in fear of Junior. Then, when I was 13, I started to see Junior at the home of my next-door-neighbor. He was dating the neighbor's daughter who 12 (he was 17 and worked for the city doing maintenance). Now, my terror was in close proximity to me regularly.
In the summer, between eighth and ninth grade, the above-mentioned neighbor wanted to show me his pop-up camper. I went in to look at it and was sexually molested by him. I went home and called my best friend who advised me to call him by phone and "cuss him out." I did just that, and told him to admit what he had done or I would tell. I went to my best friend's house right after, and not longer after Junior shows up. I took Junior to be the type who would beat up a child molester, so when he questioned me about what happened, I told him everything. I felt relief that for once Junior would be on MY side. He started to walk away, but then turned and punched me in the head. I fell to the ground, and he continued punching me in the head until I was blacking out. With slurred words, I begged him to stop hitting me, and finally he did. My best friend had stood by all the while, and never tried to help me. That was also painful.
My father was a pedophile himself, so he did nothing to protect me. Instead, he bought alcohol and drank it. This guy was never arrested. Maybe because it was a small town they felt that it was just two teenagers fighting, except I was 13 and the other was a grown, working man at 17. No charges were filed against the neighbor for the sexual molestation, and I had to live next door to him until he died a few years later. I had once roamed the streets of my small towns, but now I was afraid to do so. I remember once that I had to walk past Junior, who was on the job, digging up the street in front of my house. Then, to add insult to injury, my father let Junior's brother move into our home shortly after. It was a constant reminder of the assault. Junior's brother eventually moved out, but not before stealing my brother's income tax refund money.
I know bullying. I know fear. It still affects me to this day. Sometimes it manifests itself in fear, other times in rage. Sometimes I want to harm myself. Sometimes I want to harm others (who I feel are trying to harm me.)
I'm sure Junior has probably forgotten all about that day, but it has stayed with me. Bullying does have an affect.
Edited by Trace, 02 April 2012 - 04:23 AM.