Revenge is a dish best served cold.

I’m a good person, really I am. But sometimes when you are wronged, when evil entered your life and tries to destroy you, you just have to fight back. I’m not confrontational, I’m a pacifist for the most part, so my story is not what I would do normally. But I think I was justified. I’ll let you be the judge. To be honest, I didn’t plan this, it just took on a life of its own, but I was complicit in the revenge and didn’t try to stop it. And to be really honest, I reveled in the action and the outcome. They got what they deserved, all of them. But I’m getting ahead of myself, you don’t know what happened and why it happened, so let’s start at the beginning.

I was a brainiac nerd in school, not a popular cheerleader. I was only known to the jocks as a homework resource. I didn’t date them, didn’t hang out or have friends amongst the popular kids. Consequently, I was perceived as standoffish, amongst the boys as an ice queen and frigid. Which was not true, I had a love life, but I was not a floozy and sleep around. My love life was private. I think insecure people thought I thought I was above them, and therefore they disliked me. Oh well. It was not like that, I just kept to myself and wanted to get through school and get an education. Not have a social life.

One day a girl in my math class approached me to tell me that three jocks were freaked out about an upcoming exam, and they needed a tutor (me) to get them up to speed on the subject, and would pay me for a crash course. The exam was a few days away, of course they procrastinated until it was an emergency.The girl, Jill, was a popular cheerleader, and was approached by the three jocks to recruit me to tutor them in a hotel room they had rented to do this and also Jill as it turned out, who needed tutoring as well. So we would all be there together, not just me alone with the three boys. It sounded safe enough, so I agreed. I needed the money, the boys came from a rich family ( the father was a highly successful criminal defense lawyer, mother was a judge)so they could afford the high payment I insisted on, plus food and drinks for the day. They agreed, and it was set. Saturday crash course tutoring, Monday exam.

Jill wasn’t a close friend, but she was friendly to me, probably the most agreeable of all the popular girls in school, which was probably why she was used to approach me. And I trusted her, as much as I trusted anyone.

Sayurday came, and we met at the hotel, and started right away, all business. We were not friends, this was a job. The jocks tried to make a party out of it, but I wouldn’t have any of of it. Jill was serious as well. We got through the material, the jocks and Jill seemed to understand what I taught them, and when we finished, Jill thanked me, handed me the payment. She then pulled out a marijuana joint, and said “ we all worked so hard, let’s relax for a bit”. Then she lit up, took a hit, and passed me the joint. I accepted it, I had smoked pot before, and Jill knew it. I knew it was safe because Jill smoked it first. I took a heavy hit, thenI passed it to the boys, and we all relaxed. They were laughing and looking at Jill and me with a glint in their eye. Jill was laughing back at them. They were friends, after all. I wasn’t, and I planned to make a graceful exit as soon as I could. Job well done.

All of a sudden, the pot kicked in, but it was unlike anything I had experienced before. Time crawled to a slow motion stop, and I felt lethargic, my legs wouldn’t work. My brain almost shut down. I couldn’t talk, or formulate words or think properly. I was drugged, and not by marijuana, but by something stronger. I heard Jill say to the boys “ ok, Anne is stoned. Look at her, she is totally fucked up”. She laughed, and grabbed one of the jocks and they walked into the bedroom. “ let’s go make out in here, and leave the other two to do it with the ice queen, maybe sex is what she needs to stop being so uptight”. All this time I could not move or react, even when the two boys started taking off their clothes. Laughing all the time. Then they started to take off my clothes. Until I was completely naked. They spread my legs, touching me, inserting their fingers into my vagina. My brain was reacting in shock, but I could not move. Everything was in slow motion. It was a slow motion nightmare that would not stop, and I could not fight them off. I was raped over and over by the two boys, and then the third boy came in with Jill, and with her watching raped me as well. Jill was laughing, “ha ha ha, she’s getting what she deserves. Maybe she won’t be so uppity after this”. It seemed to go on forever, then it was over. Kind of. It ended with them peeing on me, on my face, all over my body. Jill crouched over me, and peed on me. The boys whooped and hollreed with laughter. I could do nothing. Finally, they left. I was alone. The hours drifted by. I must have fallen asleep, because when I woke up it was bright outside the window. I was disoriented and confused. I staggered into the shower and cleaned myself. For an hour. With the hot water burning me. I used 4 bars of soap and 3 small bottles of shampoo, but it wasn’t enough, but I had to stop. I was crying non stop the whole time. I got dressed, and left, shattered. I went straight to my friend, Vickie, my old baby sitter growing up. She was about 25, a wild biker lady, drug user, drinker, but also a trust worthy friend I’ve known since I was 4 years old. She stopped being my babysitter when I turned ten, but unofficially hung out with me as an older friend until I was 13. Now I see her as a friend about every two weeks for a half day, sometimes with one of her biker friends In tow. Because I am 16, they protect me. She rode with the Oakland chapter of an outlaw biker gang, and quite frankly, rode all the members. Not a good role model, but I liked and trusted her. She would be the one person I could talk to about this.

she dropped everything to hear me out, and her anger grew with every minute of me telling her what happened. “They laced the joint with PCP. It’s a comman trick by scumbag men who rape girls. They roll the joint to make the first hit only marijuana, the second hit will be PCP, thereafter just marijuana for the other people to smoke. That’s what they did. And the girl set you up. She is not your friend. She is your enemy. You need to get your revenge. Let me help you.”

“They say that revenge is a dish best served cold”, “so what that means is plan your revenge slowly and carefully, and when everyone has forgotten it you put your revenge into motion. The shock will be doublely shocking” Vickie said. I nodded, “ that plan is good for Jill, but for the rapists, I want hot revenge” . “ I agree to that, and I know just who we can use. Let me reach out to my friends in the club.” Vickie smiled, a hard smile, a dangerous smile. One I had never seen before. And probably never wanted to again.

I went home then, and by getting it off my chest and talking it through with Vickie I felt much better. I had told Vickie I didn’t want to know details. So I was shocked when I heard about the attack on the three jocks the next morning. The houses of the three boys were graffitied with “rapists” all over the exterior walls, back and front, all the cars in the driveway and in the garage also, scratched on deeply, plus the boys were severely beaten up by a gang of bikers wearing their very identifiable colors. Part of the boy‘s injuries were the removal of their scrotums, the word “child rapist” carved on their foreheads and severe career ending leg bone breakage. The entire attack was all over the school and neighborhood by lunch break, and everyone was in shock. Calls were made to city hall and the police chief by the criminal defense lawyer dad and judge mom to investigate and arrest the perpetrators for this shocking crime, but by lunch time a video came out on tiktok, X, Facebook and you tube that showcased the damage to the houses and cars with a reason why it happened. Names of the boys were mentioned. No mention of who the victim of the rape was other than she was a 16 year old. No mention of Jill.

And with that, the police and the local district attorney lost all interest in pursuing the investigation or prosecution of any suspects, even though it would be easy to discover who did it. In a couple of weeks the boys left the school, the families sold their houses, businesses and resigned their jobs and left town, actually the state, never to be heard of again.

That was the hot revenge, and for me, it was deeply satisfying.

But there was still the cold revenge. Jill, I’m coming for you! When and how, you will never know, until it happens. In the mean time… twist in the wind. The torture of waiting is revenge enough. But wait, you won’t get away that lightly, Jill, small reminders of my revenge will come to you wherever you run to. I will keep track of you, wherever you are. You will regret what you did. And then the hammer will fall. Good bye Jill.

Revenge is definitely better served cold.