Is this story worringly abnormal
I had unusual feelings for a girl called 'Yvonne' who was the same age as me, but was a tom girl. We were are both 14 years
Not sexual feelings, just to be roughed up by her
I set the wheels in motion, to make her dislike me.
One lunch time I went to an area I knew she hung out. By a deralict building, and river bank, and somewoodlands. This building is where school kids smoke.
Some months passed, into the new school year. I walked towards the building and river bank. Walking away from the building down the woodland path, I saw Yvonne smoking a fag, alone with her back away from me.
'That's bad for you', which quickly promted a F/Off from her. I said,
'Go F**k yourself'
She started chasing me, towards the deralict building, and into an area where I would be trapped. I hid behind the wall where she could easily find me.
I heard her enter after me with a torrent of abuse. I was scared but excited. Mostly scared.
She found me and pinned me against the wall demanding i aplolgise. I told her to F/Off, which she said 'I'm going to beat you up!!.
Suddenly the wind was taken from me as she delivered a hard blow in my stomach, and kneeing in my balls. This continued by a punch in my left side of the face, then a hard face slap on my right. Two punches in my left arm to deaden it, then a reminder punch in my stomach. I uttered some words something like 'I am enjoying this'
She then armlocked my around my neck, where I passed out briefly. Cutting off my circulation of the brain. Somehow I got back up, Then she punched me hard in the back and the arm again. This time I fell to the floor in pain.
She said some abuse at me, and spat into my eyes.
This whole ordeal lasted 12 minutes before she left. I stayed there a good 40 minutes afterwards to compose myself
I could not go back to school. I walked home. I put my school clothes in the washing machine before my parents returned. I managed to clean myself up, and was relieved that the bruises could be hidden by clothing, but my face had a bruise on it enough to know something had happened. The excuse I used was a horse's face hit me in my face.
The next day in school, I feared being riduculed by friends as I was sure yvonne would tell people. She never said a thing to anyone, and I never exchanged any feedback to her throughout my final years in school. In fact, when face to face with her, there was no reaction whatsoever.
This feels so wierd, and feels as though it could not have happened. BUT IT DID.
Nobody else saw it, commented on it,
at all.
This also now must affect my relationships with women, as I do not enjoy sex very much, I prefer fantasy domination. NOT a relationship where I get beat up for real.
Any comments from people who understand it, and how it affects me today?