Thread: Don't mess with the bullies (Redria17 & Rick_S)

We'd only just moved in relatively recently, but the community was excellent for having two toddlers. We'd done our research, and found that it was not only a family-friendly neighborhood, but the schools were the third best in the state, and it had a nice park to boot. It was all but enough to sign on the line when we bought the house, and we'd done just that. Around nine months ago, we were the new neighbors in town, and wanted to make a good impression, and we'd done just that. Making friends with the neighbors, but mostly the parents in the area, so that our two daughters could have friends growing up. Everybody seemed to be on excellent terms with each other, but most importantly, respectful. That's why it was such a shock when I'd found one of the kids from the area - namely, Rick - causing an incredibly inappropriate issue at the park one day. It wasn't just that one day either. I'd seen him loitering around, being all manner of obnoxious, but this one day, he'd crossed the line. It wouldn't have been so bad, had I not had both my daughters with me that one fateful time. Normally, I tend to mind my own business, but when vulgar jokes and drinking were within 50 feet of where my children were playing, I'd had enough, and decided to set this kid straight. I didn't waste any time in doing so either. Sure, he wasn't taking me seriously on the surface, and one of his obnoxious friends had started recording the entire thing, but I didn't care. I was in the right, they were in the wrong, and I dared anybody to say otherwise. Speaking my mind, confident that they would pretend not to be bothered and sorta fade away, I wrapped things up at the park, much to the applause of a handful of parents, and went home. I was actually feeling pretty good about what I did. Life went on as usual from that point on, and honestly I had no suspicions about the plot that these kids were building. Today was like any other day. Ryan left for work at his usual time, 600am. I left with the kids to drop them off at daycare for 700am. I would then return home for 730am, have an undisturbed breakfast, and go to work for 900am. I had no idea that today, I'd most certainly be calling out sick. Oblivious to the spiteful kids who sat just outside in my driveway, I watched TV, sitting there in my denim capris, my grey and black striped top, and my flip flops at the foot of the couch. Relaxing, I stretched, yawned, only to hear an unexpected ring of the doorbell. Huh...? Who the heck could this be? Nobody really comes to the house this early in the day... I thought to myself, confused. Barefoot, I walked to the door, peaking out the spy hole, seeing nobody. Strange... Opening the door, I peak outside, but still seeing nobody, I lean out even further, only to find none other than Rick standing near the doorway. For a moment that felt like an eternity, I tried to figure out why the hell he would be here, ringing my doorbell. An apology... perhaps? No... that wasn't like him, especially not with the friends of his with him, who were now emerging from around the corner that I couldn't see behind. Suddenly, a terrible feeling hit me, and in no time, I had a pit in my stomach. This was bad, I just knew it. Wh... what are you doing here...?!