Maria confronts the bullies
Preface. Please note that this work is a piece of complete fiction and should be treated as such. Maria however, is a real person and she will read this (Hi babe!). So if you enjoy this story, please have a thought to Maria, who will have a very wet pussy as she reads this...
Marias heart sank when Mark came in from high school one Friday afternoon. Her son had become distant over the last few weeks and she suspected something was wrong, but there was no hiding from it now. His face was bruised, and he had blood running from his nose and smeared across his face
"Oh my god!" she exclaimed, "What's happened to you?"
Mark didn't answer, but just ran past her, she could see the tears in his eyes and she heard him run upstairs and slam the bathroom door shut. At least now I'll find out what's being going on, she thought to herself, trying to keep her anger under control. She decided to wait till later and then quiz him around it, she knew better than to try and force him to talk to her, he would likely just shout and storm out, as she knew from painful previous experiences.
She blamed it on his father, ever since he left Mark had rebelled against her, she was doing her best to keep him in check but it seemed to be getting harder every week now. He was in his last year of high school, she just needed to keep him on the straight and narrow for this last year and things would get better. Maria clung to this thought fervently; surely things must get better for him.
Maria served up dinner and shouted her son to come down for it, and gasped when he came into the kitchen. He`d cleaned himself up, but she could see his nose was slightly bent, was it broken? His bottom lip had a large cut in it and there was bruising on his cheek.
"Time to talk to me young man" she demanded, "What the hells happened to you!"
Mark tried to fob his mother off, but she wouldn't let it go. They argued and shouted at each other, but Maria wouldn't back down, he had been hurt and she was going to get to the bottom of it. Eventually Mark conceded, and through teary eyes he told his mother about Brad and what he had done. For the next 15 minutes, Maria listened to her son describe how he was getting bullied by Brad and his friends, it had started innocuously enough, when they had bumped into each other in the corridor at school, which had led to some pushing and shoving, and Mark had pushed Brad and he`d fallen over, and ever since that day Brad had it in for Mark. He told Maria that Brad had some idiots for friends and he was having to run away from them every day, but today they had finally caught him and this had led to the fight which Mark had obviously lost.
Maria had heard about Brad from some other parents, and she already kind of knew he was bad news. He was a particularly cocky individual, and his family were rumoured to be always in trouble with the police, a family best normally avoided in her opinion.
However normal was not her mind-set now, how dare they attack her son. Maria flew into a rage, ignoring Marks pleas to leave it, she was going to find Brad and sort this out, and she stormed out of the house in her rage to find Brad...
Now Maria was not normally a woman to mess with. At 44 years old, time had taken its toll on her. She was now a size 14 (something which really annoyed her - no amount of gym work seemed to shift those few extra pounds), but at 5ft11" and with a large 36G bust she still looked an attractive woman, but cut an intimidating figure when she got angry, and more than a few parents had regretted arguing with her. Raising her son alone these last few years had hardened her resolve; she was used to getting her own way.
She stormed into her car, and with a quick check on social media, she had Brads address and screeched off to confront the bully. She realised her hands were shaking with anger as she`d tried to work her phone, but her mind was racing, she`d never been so angry before, Brad was going to regret this.
It was about a 20 minute drive to Brads house, and she hadn't really calmed down by the time she got to the address, 220 Truro Avenue. This was a rough neighbourhood, and as Maria stormed out of her car and headed for the front door, she started to question her decision to come. The garden was a complete mess, a mix of long unkept grass with various pieces of rubbish strewn across it, the front door now had most of its paint flaked off, there was no bell, and just the remains of a knocker which likely hadn't worked for years.
She pounded on the door 3 times with her fist. Nothing happened. She waited and then pounded again. Still nothing.
Suddenly she caught a glimpse of movement through the living room window - someone had looked at who was there then moved away! She pounded on the door again, and nothing happened. Finally she shouted at the door "I know you're in there Brad, I'm not leaving till we sort this out!"
Still nothing. One of the neighbours came out, wondering what all the commotion was, and just stood there smirking, seemingly finding it all very entertaining.
Finally Maria snapped. "Right, if you won't come out, I'm coming in!" and she turned the door handle and the door opened, so she stormed inside, slamming the door closed behind her.
Inside she found herself in a dimly lit hallway, with a dirty looking carpet and walls that had remnants of wallpaper in places. Maria stood in the hall for a moment, and heard nothing, so she strode forward looking for the individual who had looked out at her earlier. There was a doorway to her left where the individual had been so she walked through it, and found herself in an empty living room, again on her own. The room was a complete tip, with used takeaway food tubs lying around, horrible dark stains on the carpet and a very dilapidated looking tv in the corner of a room which also stank of stale tobacco.
Maria suddenly started to lose her confidence, this place was disgusting so she decided to get outside and speak to that neighbour. As she turned to leave she found the doorway blocked by a giant of a man eyeing her menacingly.
"Who the FUCK are you girl?" he bellowed at Maria. "You the bitch doing all the shouting and banging on my door?"
"Yes" stated Maria, trying to sound as confident as she could, but suddenly she was worried. She thought about trying to run out the house, but he literally filled the living room doorway. She suddenly realised what she was wearing which didn't help.
In her anger and haste, she hadn't changed, so she still had the summer dress on she`d been wearing that day, a red floral dress which stopped just below her knee. It was quite tight below the bust, making her size 36G breasts stick out more than normal, she normally never wore this dress in public, and with the tight fit of the skirt and the low heels she had on, running would be almost impossible
"You think you can break into MY house and act like you own the place?" he asked menacingly, "Start talking, and this better be good bitch!"
Maria tried her best to stay confident. "It's Brad" she said looking him in the eye. "He's been bullying my son Mark. It needs to stop, now"
There was silence for a moment. "You think i give a fuck?" he said, his eyes sharpening, he was looking angry. Maria didn't reply, she just stood her ground, defiant, wondering how she got herself into this position.
Suddenly the man bellowed "BRAD, Get your sorry ass down here now boy!"
Maria felt better, maybe something would be done after all. A moment later Brad squeezed past his father and walked into the room. Immediately Maria was concerned, his face was as much as a mess as Marks was! She hadn't considered Mark had fought back.
"What the hell happened to your face boy?" his father demanded, "was it this Mark boy that this bitch is talking about?"
Brad looked at Maria and had an evil glint in his eye, "Yes Dad, he's the one i keep telling you about. He keeps attacking me, he did it again today"
"That's not true!" Maria exclaimed, "You've been picking on Mark for weeks now, you're bullying him"
