Thank you for your incredible response to my first story. Your kind comments have given these women the confidence to come forward with their stories. Thank you to my favorite ghost writer Shelby for helping these ladies find the words to bring their stories to life. And now please enjoy Kylee’s story.
Hello Everyone,
My name is Kylee and I have been asked to share my story with you. May I also take this opportunity to thank my good friend Shelby for her help in writing this story. Thank you my friend, you are a gifted writer and I feel better already.
At the time this story took place I was 24 years old. I was 5 ft 3 inches tall and weighed just over 120 lbs. I have honey blonde hair and brown eyes and I am told I have an athletic build. I am sure that comes from all the years of playing soccer. I played all through middle and high school and still play to this day in a women’s league. It helps me stay in reasonable shape.
In high school I dated a young man named Brandon. He was a very attractive young guy that had no problem attracting female attention and he received a lot of it. The problem with Brandon was he knew it so he always had a stable of girls hanging around him. We broke up during our senior year of high school because of his constant cheating. A couple of years out of high school we reconnected and dated again for about a year. I found he was still the same old Brandon unable to commit to one woman and at 24 it was not cute anymore and we ended it again. Although it was no longer any of my concern, I was constantly brought up to speed on all of his current partners. I tried to let everyone know that I was not interested in any of this information but still it persisted.
A couple of months after we broke up, I heard he was dating a young woman named Nicole. She went by Nikki and was certainly not known for being a sweet young girl. NIkki was a 19 year old brunette with blonde streaks in her hair and piercing green eyes. She was known to be a brawler and she was good at it. As a result she had the reputation of someone to be feared. It was well known that being on her bad side was not good for your health.
Nikki was about the same height as me and between 120 and 130 lbs. The big difference was she carried a considerable amount of her weight in her ample chest making her a definite candidate for Brandon’s attention. She clearly had me beat in that capacity. It was hard to picture her as someone to fear. Her makeup was always impeccable and I always thought she was absolutely gorgeous.
Somehow Nikki got it in her head that I was spreading rumors about her in an effort to win Brandon back. I have no idea what the supposed rumors were, I just heard I was allegedly spreading them. Any time I heard from anyone I denied the allegation and told anyone that would listen I knew nothing about any rumors.
One day I was approached by a young woman named Alana. She was a friend of Nikki’s and had decided to let me know Nikki was growing tired of my interference in her relationship. Alana warned me that if I did not stop with the rumors Nikki was going to kick my ass. I told her to tell NIkki that it would be a cold day in Hell before I let some punk get the better of me. I was absolutely not going to be intimidated by this younger girl. The last thing I wanted was to make things physical, but I was not going to be bullied.
One night after soccer practice, I was making my way through the parking lot when I noticed Nikki and several of her friends standing by my car. I was still wearing my soccer uniform and carrying a sports bag. I went to put the bag in my trunk when Nikki stepped forward and asked me,
"Why are you spreading rumors about me? You know it makes you look pathetic. Right?"
I said,
"What are you talking about? I have absolutely no desire to talk about you whatsoever."
I put my bag in the trunk and closed the lid when Nikki asked,
"Why don’t you just admit you're jealous and you want Brandon back?"
I had heard enough of this nonsense and became aggressive with her.
"Oh you are such a drama queen! Well listen up your majesty, I have dated Brandon a couple of times now and it did not work out either time so I have absolutely no interest in trying again. This means I have nothing to gain by spreading rumors about you or talking about you. Is this clear enough for her highness?"
She just stood there looking at me and after a long pause she said,
"I don’t care what you say, I know it’s you and it better stop. You've been warned."
With that she began walking away with her friends. I said,
"Don’t threaten me bitch. You want to come after me, you better bring more friends."
She just kept walking with her back to me. I noticed her and a couple of her friends flipping me off over their shoulders as they walked away. Nikki’s friend Alana looked back and blew me a kiss as they left.
A couple of weeks after the ‘warning’ it was late September and soccer season was winding down. We only had a couple of games left and our season would be over. We were in the playoffs and were definite contenders to win the championship. Several of my teammates were looking to celebrate a great season and wanted to enjoy a night on the town together. We set a date for the following Friday night and decided to shower and change and go right after practice. I wore a light jacket over a short sleeve button down shirt with skinny jeans and knee high boots. We did our hair and makeup so I was definitely not dressed for what was coming my way.
As we walked out of the change rooms and made our way to the parking lot, we were met by NIkki and several of her friends. They were blocking our way and doing their best to look menacing. Alana stepped forward and said,
"I told you to stop but apparently that was just too hard for you."
With that, Nikki stepped forward removing her leather jacket revealing her tee shirt, black jeans with a huge hole in the right knee and what appeared to be combat boots with laces that were untied. As usual she did not look like a brawler. Her smokey eye makeup was applied to perfection and her hair was hanging down just past her shoulders. She handed her jacket to Alana and said,
"You were warned and now it's go time."
I laughed and said,
"Please tell me you are not challenging me to a fight."
She stepped towards me and said,
"Bitch did I stutter? That’s exactly what I’m doing."
I could not believe this was happening and replied,
"Oh go beat your chest and grunt somewhere else you neanderthal bitch!"
With that I went to walk around her but she stepped in front of me and asked,
"What did you call me?"
I repeated myself and exaggerated the slow pronunciation,
"I called you a nee-ann-derr-thal bitch. So what do you need, a hearing aid or an interpreter?"
She did not respond but I could feel her anger and hear my friends giggling. We just stood there glaring at each other when out of nowhere I took a hard slap to the face turning my head to the right. I was shocked but clearly we were into it now. I grabbed a handful of hair in my left hand and began swinging with my right. I could feel my hand hitting something but I could not be sure what it was. She had a hold of my hair and was also swinging but she was not landing any significant blows. After a short time, we both lost our grip and stepped away from each other. She was calling me every name in the book as we circled looking for an opening to attack.
She charged ahead at me and grabbed a handful of hair and we were at it again. We each had a handful of hair in our left hand and were swinging wildly with our right. This time I landed 4 hard slaps to her face and she released my hair and walked away with her back to me. As I watched her walk away I just had to ask,
"Leaving so soon? I take it that's what you meant by ‘go time’. "
She came charging back at me swinging wildly and we eventually wound up doing the same dance. A handful of hair in our left hands and swinging with the right. At some point she stopped swinging and took a hold of my hair in her right hand as well. She was pulling my head down so it was hard to see what she was doing. At this time she tried kicking me in the stomach while holding my hair with both hands. I was able to block the kicks and then she tried to bring her knee up into my face. I was beyond angry at this so I landed a hard kick to her left thigh. I knew it hurt because she let go and walked away again. At this point I was very grateful for all my years of playing soccer. As she was walking away I came up behind her and said,
"Where are you going badass?"
She turned to face me and I landed a slap with my left hand then another with my right and she went down on her butt. Nikki rose to her feet right away and I moved toward her full of confidence. I went to slap her again and she countered with 3 punches to my stomach. The first two hurt but it was the third that took the wind out of me and I slowly dropped to my knees. I covered up expecting her to continue her attack but to her credit she stepped back and gave me a chance to recover. I got to my feet but was still feeling slightly winded. I moved toward her and we went at it again, grabbing hair with one hand and swinging with the other. She was moving backwards and eventually stumbled and we went to the ground. I had the advantage and I managed to straddle her and I started slapping her. She began bucking and squirming in an effort to break free. Her struggling was so intense that she lost a boot but she eventually managed to roll me over ending the threat. We were now rolling around on the ground looking for an advantage but neither of us could achieve it. At one point we separated but as we tried to get to our feet we wound up on our knees facing each other. That is when she landed another vicious punch to my stomach winding me again. Nikki rose to her feet and drove her knee into my chest forcing me to my back. At this point I will have to rely on witness accounts as I was conscious but not completely aware of what was happening. Nikki took full advantage of the situation and pounced on me. She was now straddling me leaning forward with her left hand on my throat and slapping me with her right. I remember feeling her weight on my stomach and I attempted a weak bridge to get her off me but it did not work. She did release my throat but now began a full on assault with punches to my now unprotected face. My arms lay limply at my sides and I was clearly making no effort to fight back.
Seeing I was now unable to defend myself, my friends and teammates forcibly removed her by tackling her to the ground. This effectively ended the fight and secured the win for Nikki. My friends helped me to sit up and tended to my injuries. I was bleeding from a cut above my right eye and also from a split lip. I became aware of Nikki walking around with her fists clenched in front of her letting out with a primal scream. Her friends were celebrating and letting mine know,
"We told you! You bitches were warned!"
Fortunately my friends were more concerned for my well being than starting anything with Nikki and hers so nothing more came of it. I won’t lie, my friends wanted to exact some measure of revenge so I was forced to ask them not to. I felt bad it had gone as far as it did but hopefully it was all over now.
So there I sat with time to consider what had just happened. In spite of all my tough talk I in fact did let some punk get the better of me. So what have we learned? Well hopefully we now know if one decides to talk tough and be a smart ass, one better possess the skills to bring it or one gets one’s ass kicked. Hard.
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