I was tormented a lot in highschool for being a very well-built and very flaming gay in a Catholic high school. One day, a group of seven or so classmates followed me home and beat the shit out of me and ripped up all my clothes in the middle of a busy street.
I took a day off to recuperate and mull things over. Then, the following day, I followed one of them home and viciously attacked him. First I blindsided him in the jaw, then i repeatedly took shots at the underside of his ribs until he couldn’t breath.
Once he was on the ground, I grabbed him by the hair and ground his face into the pavement almost down to the bone, telling him “who’s the freak now, asshole?”
I left him on that street with a warning, that if he or anyone else ever ratted me out, or they ever tried to start shit again, it would be the last time their family saw them in one piece.
He never said a word to any authorities. I think the rumor that was spread was a car accident or something.
That was the last time I was talked to, tormented, or looked at funny for three years.