Kevins Revenge 01

Revenge on My Bullies and My Mom 01

This story I am writing about is a guy who was getting bullied in his school and his name is Kevin Jameson. His father committed suicide when Kevin was just a kid. He was getting bullied in school and to stop this his mother started sexual relationships with the bully named Jason and when Kevin found out that his mother promised him she will stop it and just one week later he found out that Rachel is having sex with Jason again and to double the assault on injury. She is fucking his another bully Eric. In frustration and sheer anger he promised himself that he will take his revenge!

Author's Note 1:- Also I am going to be hard on the Revenge Arc of the victim is going to assault on his bullies because one of my best pals took his own life because of the bullying back in when I was in high school. The Revenge on the Mother will be different because here I will use my fantasy of Incest and Kevin will turn Rachel into his own 24/7 Slut.

Disclaimer:- All the characters are above age 18+ and this is a work of fiction.

Author's Note 2:- I will also love to hear from you. So enjoy!

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Part 1:-

When I returned home I was happy because today is my birthday also I just got my drivers license as I reached from the front door I heard moans coming from my mom's room. Slowly and steadily I reached upstairs towards her room and saw she is getting DPed with my two biggest enemies Jason and Eric the DICKHEADS who is bullying me in School. Rachel betrayed me once again she promised me she will stop this and now she is not just fucking Jason but also Eric. I was so disgusted by her but also my own self because I was getting hard seeing her Naked for the first time. Then and there I made a VOW to myself that I will take my revenge not just on them but the entire School also.

Slowly without making any sounds I left her room. I walked down the stairs to my room. She had laid my clothes on the bed for the trip and put a suitcase beside.

I walked to the closest and pulled out my duffle bag and walked to my computer. All the uploads were done. I shut it down and proceeded to quickly unplug and pack it in the bag.

I could hear the muffles grunts and movements from upstairs. I did my best to ignore it as I packed.

Once the computer was packed. I looked around the room. Everything else was from here. Except one thing.

On my night stand was a picture of me and my dad. The last one taken before he died. I walked over and picked it up.

I grabbed an old jersey he had given me and wrapped the picture in it before adding it to the duffel bag.

I then notice something else. That led to a thought, then a plan. I grabbed it and put it in the suitcase.

As quietly as possible I went back upstairs and out put the duffle bag outside. I went back down and grabbed the suitcase before going back up.

I went to peak in the kitchen to make sure they were busy. She was lying on the counter while Eric was between her legs fucking her while sucking Jason's cock.

If it wasn't mom, if it wasn't that bitch. I would have been as hard as a jerk and feverishly jerking off. I was still hard, but no desire to jerk. As quietly I could I snuck around the house grabbing the other items I thought of. It took a little longer than I thought of but I was able to get them all. The entire time I could hear her moans getting louder. It confirmed that What I was doing was right.

I put them all in the suitcase outside. I stood in the entrance way for a moment. The next thing I heard it boiled my blood she loves that dickhead's 10 inch cock more than me and I decided one day this 11 inches will make her my Slut. Just Wait!

I grabbed the suitcase and the duffel bag and loaded them into my car. I drove to the hardware store and picked up the last two items I had to buy for my plan. Now I just needed to find the very last thing.

After 15 minutes, I found it. I grabbed the suitcase pulled it down the alley. I unloaded everything and got it all ready.

I quickly logged into my banking and what little social media accounts I had. I changed the passwords, deleted pics, and then blocked her and removed her.

I then got into her accounts I knew passwords of I deleted all the things from her accounts. I was tempted to put posts on her page about what she was doing with Jason telling everyone what he was doing with her. I would publicly shamed her. I seriously was considering making her experience the same experience.

Before I could, my phone started to ding from a text message. I logged out and then her accounts and opened the text message. Of course it was from her.

"At home and just showered. Be here soon?" She asked.

I waited another minute or two then sent a video request. She accepted.

"Hey honey. Hope test drives went well"

"For sure. How as your meeting?" I asked, playing dumb.

"Very good! I think I will be seeing more of Donna." She said. She was sitting at her make up table in her bedroom. I was kind of looking up at her as she had put the phone on the desk just in front of the mirror.

"Okay." I replied as i thought of how she was lying fucking bitch.

"I hope you will be home soon." She was applying some mascara. "I have a surprise for you when you get hear!"

"Let me guess. A cake?"

"You're no fun." She laughed.

"I saw it earlier. Do have one question

though."

"What's that?" She asked as she finished

with the mascara and was double checking it.

"Were you really planning to let me eat it after Jason and Eric rubbed their cocks over it?"

She froze for a second. I saw her hand start to shack before slowing turning to her phone and looking at me. "W-w-what?"

"Oh. I'm sorry. Did you still want to call them Mary and Donna you lying fucking slut?"

"Kev..." She started to say as the colour drained from her face.

"Shut the fuck up!" I said. I was surprised I didn't yell with all the rage inside of me. "You swore on dad's grave. You swore on being my mother you would never touch Marcus again. That last all of what, 2 weeks, maybe 3."

"Kev.."

"I told you to shut the fuck up." I started walking towards my set up. "At least I know that you love a 10 inch piece of meat more than me. You said so yourself. After all, I am just a scrawny little shit to you!"

She started to whimper as tears started to fall. "Kev.."

"Shut. The fuck. Up. But I am glad you are in your bedroom. And before you start your hysteric outburst of crying and screaming and all that bull shit, I want you take a look around. Notice anything missing?"

She tried to wipe the tears from her eyes but they kept falling. She did look around, after a minute or two she finally notice the bed stand.

"You...your picture?" Her lips were quivering as she spoke win little more than a whisper.

"Bingo!" I said with a laugh.

"Congratulations, you have won another bully of mine to fuck."

"The way I see it, You broke your vow on being a mother so easily, so you aren't one. You are just some slut name Rachel with a fetish for younger assholes."

"I am your mo..."

"I have no mother. She died the moment she went back to Jason, Rachel."

Calling her by her name for the first time was like a slap in the face to her. Using it the second time was like adding salt to the fresh wound. She looked at the phone in stunned silence. Her tears blackened by her mascara, rolled down her face leaving the black streaks.

"I don't want pictures of me hanging up in some strange sluts house. I mean, who knows how many other bullies she is fucking. Why limit herself to just mine?"

"Please.." She started to beg.

"So I took them all. Every. Last. One."

Rachel grabbed the phone and started running out of her room and into the hall. She checked the pictures in the hall, she checked the living room. She checked the entrance way. She even went downstairs to check my room. That's when she saw the computer gone.

"No!" She said as she collapsed to the floor. Realisation started to set in. This wasn't just me acting out in anger. This was my cutting her off and cutting her out. "What..."

"Oh and don't worry. I didn't forget about the photo albums in the book case or the old film negatives in the dresser in the spare bedroom. And of course, can't leave the thumb drives or" I held up her little laptop. "This."

"Stop." She stammered between shaky breath. "Come home. Talk."

"Right now, my home is the car I bought last night and picked up this morning. As for talking, I would be a fucking idiot to believe anything you say.

"Now, wipe away those fake tears and stop pretending you care for anyone but yourself. I want you to see this."

I picked up the lighter fluid I got at the hardware store and walked to the fire barrel. I changed the view of the camera so it wasn't on me.

"What are you..." She stopped talking as I pointed the camera into the barrel showing all the pictures. Pictures of me. Pictures of her. The family photo album that help all the pictures of me growing up.

I kept the camera on the barrel as I threw the film negatives, the thumb drives, and her laptop in. Then I made sure she got a good look at the lighter fluid before I started to squirt it in.

"Oh god, Kevin. Stop. Don't. Please."

"I am literally going to do what you have figuratively done the last few months." I said after turning the camera back to me. I walked over and the camera down on a piece of wood.

I picked up a piece of paper and held it up. I smiled at the camera as I lit it on fire. I held it up a like a torch as I walked back over and grabbed the phone. I hurried towards the barrel as I didn't want to burn my hand.

"NO!" She screamed.

"Wow! You actually know that word. You should have said that to Jason in the shed."

I turned the camera back to the fire barrel and made her watch as I dropped the flaming piece of paper. Flames shot into the air as the vapours from the lighter fluid caught and started to burn everything inside.

I held the camera there for another moment before turning it back to me.

She was crying so hard, gasping for air and letting out small screams. I thought I might take pleasure in that. Seeing her in the same pain she had cause me but I didn't.

"That pain you have now, that pails in comparison to the pain, humiliation you have put me through. I am done with you. You will never see me again."

"Kevin, no!" she sobbed and begged. "Please."

"You made your choice and you choose Jason. This is your doing. Your choice. Your consequences."

"Sorry. I am so sorry."

"Sorry at getting caught. If you had been sorry, you would have continued to do it, continued to lie to me, and continue to let him destroy the only thing that matter. Family.

"At least now you can be the Jason's slut without worry. That is until he gets tired of you. And with how willing you are literally giving up your ass, he will dump you before the end of the month."

I realised I was stalling.

"I would say see you later, but that will never happen."

"No! Kevin! Wai..."

I disconnect the call. Immediately I pulled up the contact profile on my phone and blocked her number before she could call back.

I then hit delete. It asked me to confirm I would delete her contact information. I hesitated for a moment. Then I hit yes.

I am not like that bitch. I thought. I am a man of my word.

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Part 2:-

I drove to the city 30 miles away and that was across the state line before checking into a hotel. I didn't want to be back in town in case Rachel decided to go looking for me. She knew I didn't have friends, and besides staying at Aunt Cathy's, a hotel was my only option. I could honestly see her going to every hotel and checking with each receptionist.

I had no regrets about what I did. Now Rachel would know a small amount of the pain and humiliation she caused me. Only thing I couldn't believe was how easily it was for her to toss me aside. That hurt so much. I admit, I hardly slept the first night. I would either be punching my pillows in anger or holding them as I cried.

The next day I went to the mall to do some shopping. Since I didn't grab any of the clothes Rachel had bought me over the years, I had to replace my entire wardrobe. I didn't go too crazy, just buying stuff I liked and that fit. I did get two suits, and a nice leather jacket but those were my only extravagant purchase.

Once that was done, I went to the food court to get some food. As I sat there I looked at all the friends other people had, the happy families and I got jealous. I wanted friends to hangout with, to do things with. Thanks to Jason and his cronies, I didn't.

I want to get revenge on him. I want revenge on his cronies for joining in. I wanted revenge on the school for turning a blind eye to it. I wanted revenge on the entire town for valuing high school basketball championships more than me. Burning the pictures for Rachel to see gave me a small measure of satisfaction, but not nearly enough.

I decided to try to figure out how to get revenge on Jason and Erik first and go from there. I just didn't know what or how to do it. Yes, I had more self confidence and was able to stand up to Rachel. But even that was at a distance, over video chat, not face to face.

I know I couldn't do anything to Jason and Erik physically. They were still had their athletic build and I was still small with no muscles. A baseball bat to the knee, could hurt them. I just didn't know if I could swing it hard enough to do so. If I didn't or if I missed, they would pound me to a bloody pulp.

I could hit them with my car, but I didn't want that. My car was my new freedom. It allowed me to get mostly away from Rachel and from Jason and Erik. I didn't want to risk that.

Plus, doing anything physically to Jason or Erik would give them sympathy from everyone. I didn't want to give them a martyr complex. I wanted to turn everyone against them. To make them to suffer alone, a pariah, as they had done to me.

I went to the grocery store to pick up soap, shampoo and other person items I needed. As I was walking down the aisle in the pharmacy area, something got my eye. I turned and looked at it. People must have thought I was weird to be standing there, looking at something for a good 5 minutes, and then start to smile.

I grabbed the items as the plan for Revenge 1.0 formed in my head. I went back to the hotel and continued to think how I could pull it off.

On Monday, I went to school. I parked my car on the residential street 2 blocks away. I didn't want anyone, especially Jason to see that I had a car or what my car looked like.

I was so lost in my thoughts that I almost didn't see Rachel's SUV parked in front of the school until it was too late. I saw she was sitting in it looking around. I figured she was looking for me.

I ran around the block, cut through the track field, and went into the school through the back. I went straight to the guidance counsellor's office. She wasn't there but her computer was up and running and logged in. I quickly got behind her desk, pulled up the student information page, and looked up Jason's and Erik's home address. I took a picture with my phone and then closed it before she could walk in.

After the counsellor came, I checked in and was done for the day. She did advise that it was my choice to go to class or not. That if my application was denied, I would have to rejoin the classes and catch up. She did say, my application was almost certainly be approved.

I left through the back to avoid Rachel again. I then drove by Jason's and Erik's house to see what it looked like, and start to figure out when and how to implement my plan.

The regional playoffs started on Wednesday. It was best of 3 with games on Wednesday, Friday, and Saturday if needed.

I also know on game days, the school allowed the players to start late and go home early. So both of them wouldn't be out of their house till around 9:30 in the morning.

It was mid afternoon when I got the call I was expecting from Aunt Cathy. I was tempted to ignore the call. For a second I was worried Rachel might have gotten Cathy's phone.

"Hello?" I answered.

"Kevin! Where the hell are you? What's going on?" Aunt Cathy asked in a hushed shout. "Your Mom has been in hysterics since last night. I practically had to drug her to get her to sleep! Did you really burn all the pictures?"

"I don't have a mother. She died 2 months ago!" I replied back trying to stay calm. Aunt Cathy didn't deserve to have my anger taken out on her.

"That's not funny Kevin!" She retorted.

"No, it isn't. But it doesn't make it any less the true. And yes I did burn it all. Why would I want pictures of me hanging in some strange woman's house?"

"What the hell has gotten into you?"

"You should ask her that. Did you think maybe this isn't about me or what I did but about her?" I asked with more pain in my voice than I intended.

"What is that supposed to mean?" Aunt Cathy asked.

"Did she tell you want happened?"

"She said," Aunt Cathy started and then let out a sigh. "She said you walked in on her while she was having sex.

"Look, Kevin. I know you loved your dad, but your Mom can't mourn him forever just for you." Aunt Cathy tried to say with sympathy in her voice.

I couldn't help it. I burst out laughing.

"Is that all she told you?" I asked as I kept laughing.

"Yes..." I could hear Aunt Cathy saying that as more of a question than an answer.

"It wasn't that she was having sex, although it was fucking and not sex, but who she let fuck her." I said.

"Wait...what...who?" I could hear the confusion in Aunt Cathy's voice.

"Ask her, but don't expect an answer." I replied. "Her not willing to tell her best friend should tell you all you need to know and why Rachel will never see me again."

"Okay..."

"Anyway, I got to run. Oh, one other thing. Don't give your phone to Rachel to call or text me. If you do, you will join her among the blocked and deleted. Alright?"

"Kevin, how can you..." Aunt Cathy started to ask.

"Once you get the full story, you will understand. If she will give it to you, that is."

"Okay. I will call you tomorrow." She said and we hung up.

On Wednesday, I snuck into the back of school to avoid Rachel again. After I checked in with the guidance counsellor, I headed out. Just as I got to the door I heard my name on the PA asking me to come to the office. I guess Rachel got tired of waiting outside. Instead of going to the office I ran back to my car.

I started to drive back to my hotel in the other city when I remembered today was the day for Revenge 1.0 to start. I smiled as I did a U turn. I parked down the street from Jason's and Erick's house in the opposite direction of the school. That way I could see him leave through the mirrors, but we wouldn't see me.

Sure enough, at 9:30, Jason left his place and started walking to school. I was kind of surprised he was walking and not taking his car. I waited for 15 minutes before I got out and started walking up to his place. My heart was racing. Just as I got his driveway, his father walked out. He stopped when he saw me.

"Here to do his laundry?" He asked. "Make sure to lock up and leave the key under the mat when you are done."

The man then jumped in his car and left. I couldn't believe I was having good luck for a change.

I walked into the house. I don't know what I was expecting, but not for it to be so normal. I walked around, getting a layout of the place. It was easy to know what room was Jason's. It was the one of basketball players and naked women posters all over.

He had a small desk to the side that had a computer and a bunch of other things on it. It looked more like a dumping ground than an actual desk for use. But it did have what I was looking for.