I was 16 and like most 16 year olds I made some bad decisions. There were two sisters that were like half Hawaiin or something real exotic looking. Well I couldn't help myself I was messing around with both of them, I know stupid. At some point they talked to each other and found out the deal. I did not know the cat was out of the bag until one day at school I was in the weight room. A couple kids come in and say hey there are some guys out here wanting to talk to you. Well fortunately for me the coach was there and walked out with me. There are 4 guys there and 2 are wearing marine uniforms. Not good, yes their brother was a marine fresh out of boot camp. I didn't know what was going on but when I got there he said I had an ass whipping coming. Coach made them leave but it was far from over. That night they come to the house wanting to whip me. My parents ran them off. Being 16 I wasn't too keen on fighting marines. Well the next night I had parked my car on main street and got in with some other guys. When they let me off my car was full of trash these guys had taken the trash cans from main street and filled my car up with trash. So now I am scared and mad but more scared. The next day we were in the pool hall shooting snooker and sure enough these guys showed up. They come in and started giving me a bunch of crap you know, your mom is a whore all that stuff. Well now I am hung up in the top of the tree with no good way down. My friend that I was playing in snooker with looks at me and says you going to let them say that. I didn't want to fight them but gotta keep some pride. So me my friend and those four walked around to the alley. My heart was raising, it is a marine. So he starts to say something and I hit the guy dead flush and he goes down like a sack of feed. His arms were straight out in the air and he was out. Well I look up and two of this guys friends look at me and I start towards them they take of running. My friend has the other guy and is beating this crap out of him. Now the fear goes away and the madness takes over. So I start beating this guy his head is flush on pavement so every time I hit him his head get thumped into the pavement. I look over and my friend has picked his guy up upside down and beating his head into a gas meter. That gives me an idea, so I grab the guy by the hair and he is on his hand and knees and looks up at me and actually said what are you going to do now, you've done beat my ass. I have more revenge in mind though. So I got him by the hair making him crawl and every time he start to say something I kick him in the ribs, stomach area. So I lead him to his car and commence to beating his windows out of the car with his head, (remember the trash in my car incident). So when it is done we leave and I think this is over. Nope not so fast my friend. Next day county cops show up at the house. They had pressed charges and told them we beat them with clubs. I am a minor so the cops are questioning me in front of my parents. The cops had looked at my hands and then told me about the clubs. They thought the injuries were to severe to just be hands. I had to tell the whole story in front of my parents about the car windshields and gas meter. My parents are looking at me like who the f%^$ are you. It was not a high point of my teen years, but I didn't have to worry about them messing with me anymore.