I always rooted for the underdog, the unwanted, the strange, the ones that just didn't fit in the clique, the picked on, why people are so mean baffles me. I wish I was stronger, bigger, someone who could stand up to the bullies. Why women do it to women is the worst we have enough going against us we don't need to fight each other. This story is fictional any relation to real people is coincidence written to make a point.
J is for the jerk she is, E is for her erratic treatment of others. S is for the superiority complex she has. add another S for the shit she throws put it all together it spells Jess. A butch dyke, a bully, picking on the weak, Jess a forty-five year old fitness instructor, five feet ten inches tall with very short platinum hair, tanned, toned and tattooed she mite be hot if wasn't for her nasty personality.
She would walk around the gym with a clipboard ready to belittle and report the slightest infraction of gym rules. Attacking new members at every chance, taking any chance to act superior, I would change gyms but Lakeshore Fitness is just a block from my apartment building.
Talking with other ladies at the gym I found I was not the only one who despised Jess. But what could be done even the management of the gym was scared of her. That attitude of - she is always right, no room for questions or debate, I had learned in my twenty eight years, everything could be debated, many different opinions in this world, you could learn from anybody.
Making someone feel small for small mistakes is wrong, berating them is evil, no wonder she is single. Which brings me to last night:
Sitting at my locker dressing after my shower I heard Jess berating a sweet young lady. Calling her week and worthless. Telling her she shouldn't bother coming back. Having enough of it I stood walking over to her.
"Leave her alone! You want to abuse someone? Abuse me I can take it you stupid cunt." A bold statement coming from my five foot two frame weighing only a hundred and three pounds. Who was this saying those words? She stared at me with rage in her eyes, what had I done, no way to turn back now.
She moved to slap my face but my self defense training kicked in blocking her arm and string upward into her throat. Jess gasp for air, my action had stunned her, grabbing her hair, pushing her down, adrenaline coursing through me. A crowd had gathered around us watching me dominate our abuser.
