Very long story short:

Three years of getting bullied, thrown stuff at, spit on my things, pushing me, ridiculing me for anything. At 12Yo, My dad died, and I've had more than enough. Politely asked the bully "leader" to stop, my dad had died and I was in no mood to get fucked with.

The bigger of the bunch said something like: We don't give a shit about dead trash. I just lost it, Walked up to him, he was twice as big as I was, Grabbed him by the neck and pushed until he couldn't breath anymore, with my other fist raised, ready to fuck him up. I swear I could "feel" the fear in his eyes, the way he looked at me, I held him so for what seemed like an eternity, opted to let go.

They never bullied me again. Glad it didn't escalate, not sure I would've won that fight.