I got into a fight with a guy when I was in the 9th grade because I was " Datin his chick " (His words not mine) although she was very clearly my chick at the time. I really didn't wanna fight him because I wasn't much of a fighter and he was. I remember squaring him up and not much else. I know I was pinned up against a chain link fence, and I know he broke my nose. When he finally relented, I got up to run, next thing I know there is car chasing me, presumably his friends or older brother or something. I stop to cut through the forest and the next thing I know there is a guy hopping out this vehicle wielding a gun. That made me freeze quicker than anything, ever in my life. I did not question this fellow at all, and I did not try to resist whatever he wanted to do. He walked over to me and Said " You just get beat up by that guy " I shook my head yes, Im pretty sure I peed myself too at this point. " Next time you're mine you little bitch " and he got back in his car.

So fucking bizarre. A lot of my close friends know this story but I don't like to share it with anyone. I never told my mom, (dad passed away when I was really young so I was not telling step dad either), Used to have bad nightmares from it too. That followed me for years.