Breed by Alpha Jaxton

Chapter 9: judge and jury

First it upsets me how frequent this happens. They should not be so free with insulting me like this. The fact that Jeremy is not even standing up for me is making me even more upset because I am his friend. Scratch that, I am his best friend and he should always have my back.

They are all staring at me. Probably waiting for me to break down in tears or throw a tantrum or even scream and b***h slap the idiots. Because that’s what they are. Bunch of idiots who don’t even know any better than being vile, stupid dunces.

Instead of turn to Jeremy and ask him with my eyes.

“Why are they here?” He looks confused and then wary.

He should not be wary of me. It’s his friends that ruin everything every time.

“Why would you call me fat?” I ask Kent confused.

“Because you are??” He asks back slyly.

He is not bothering to hide that he is insulting me.

I am not fat. I am not even overweight. Because I am slightly bigger than the other thin girls does not mean I am fat. I am far from fat. Some people will call it slim thick. Because I am not stick thin like the other girls doesn’t give them the right to speak to me like this in such a demeaning way.

“What do you want me to say to that? Should I b***h slap the f**k out of your ugly face?” I tell him.

His eyes widen and he grunts with the effort it is taking him to restrain himself from grabbing me or hitting me. If Jeremy was not here he would definitely hit me. He has not opposition against hitting women. He would hit me till I groaned in pain just because he can and he is a sick bastard and he enjoys it.

Have I told anyone?

The right question is what would anybody do?

They would not do anything for me. They don’t care about me. I am the cursed runt of the pack. They won’t even care if they push off a cliff. That might be an exaggeration but still they don’t care and that’s the truth.

“You can try but we both know how that’s going to end.” He says back at me.

“What the f**k?” Jeremy curses.

“I am just joking man. Your girlfriend is too uptight.” Kent says chuckling.

His i***t friend joins in the laughter and in my head I’m thinking these two are absolutely stupid in all ways.

The last thing I want today is another confrontation and I don’t want to give them more reasons to beat on me later. Not like they need the encouragement anyways. They are always ready and willing to hit me and slap me around just because they can do it. It is sickening.

“What do you want to do about them? They just stood there and insulted me? You should never have brought them here. Sometimes I wonder why they are your friends!! You guys have nothing in common. They are mean people and they are rude as hell to me so why?” I ask him because I really want to know.

The saying that birds of the same feather flock together. Well in this case they have nothing in common, their feathers do not match in the least.

“What do you want me to say?? He is sorry and I am sure he didn’t mean it to come out that way. You know how Kent can be. He can be an asshole but he means no harm. They have been my friends since we were young. Our families are close...” he says like that makes keeping horrible friends okay.

It doesn’t.

If you have toxic friends then eventually they become a problem because I don’t see their toxicity and it ends up rubbing off on you. I feel like when you don’t see what they do as wrong that means you are also like them but just closeted.

Since I am Jeremy have been friends he has never been mean to me or rude to me or done anything bad or degrading but I fear one day he is going to wake up and be like them. Do the things they do and even eventually he will come to loathe and see like they all do. Disposable and easily dismissed because I am different and nothing special.

I fear he is going to hurt me like they do. Or in his own case it might be even worse because the pain would be crippling and mind boggling.

“What do you want me to say?! I am sorry he was mean to you how about we forget about it and enjoy the rest of the day. I don’t want the day to be ruined because he made a stupid joke and you overreacted.” He says.

“I am overreacting? You think I am overreacting?! I am barely reacting. If I reacted things would get messy fast. So don’t hit me with that line. Stop it right now.” I tell him.

He pauses and just stares at me not knowing what to say.