Chapter 72

Yo motherf**kers! It's Michelle Jibber, people know me better by the name of 'MJ'.

See that pic above? It's me in my childhood. Don't worry, I wasn't bullied, those are just some wounds I got while I was still learning how to climb on trees and when I was grooming myself to become the biggest thug on this planet!

I may say things that offend 10 people together, but, I wanna confess this very proudly that I give zero f**ks about what anyone feels.

I stay more on the trees than my house and jump on roofs of other people's houses than normally walk on the streets.

I love pizzas with a pineapple on top! My favourite pastime is watching sloths.

Not literal sloths, but human sloths. If you know what I mean.

I don't have specific preferences with food or women because according to me, they are not your LIFE but just a part of your life.

Men are also welcome. But I can't promise you that I'll be tied down.

I do like sports because a football field is one place where you see sloths loafing around.

Sports and s*x are kind of the same, both need stamina and both make you feel good.

And both are not everyone's cup of tea.

I may sound like a lunatic but then again- Not everyone's opinion matters.

I'm a thug and I know it! Not meant to brag about it but no matter what kind of shit you drag me into, I'll get out of it completely unharmed and like a BO$$!

Yeah, but there may be baits and sacrifices. There may be casualties.

If I have ever offended any one of you, I just wanna say that I couldn't care less anyways~ Life's too short so live it with reputation!!!

Now... for those of you who are too much interested in my life…I hate giving a bio but to avoid any confusions about me....

I'M GONNA TELL YOU HOW I BECAME MJ FROM MICHELLE JIBBER!

If I had to sum up my life in 2 words it would be 'SUDDEN CHANGES'

I was born and raised up in Texas until my dad died in a car accident when I was 10.

Mom was…TURNING MAD...

With happiness...

"OMG!! FINALLY!! I CAN LIVE MY LIFE!!!!" Mom shouted as she came out of the church.

She then married a man who was 10 years younger to my dad but 10 times more successful than him.

She moved with him and left me at my grandma's place.

"Grandma...I like horses. Could you get me one?" I, as a brat, said.

"Awww...you wanna ride a horse?" Grandma, who was a very kind woman, too kind for this world, said.

"No, I've heard animal s*x feels amazing. My friend told me that. He did it with his goat the other day." I said.

"...WHAT?!" Grandma said.

That was the last time I talked to my grandma, cause after that, she passed away as she couldn't take the shock of me being a zoophile.

...which I'm not…I'm not a zoophile guys.

Hey, that was sheer childhood curiosity.

I'm only going to say a few things about this, speaking purely from the perspective of science and research.

Humans are animals. Having a supposedly relatively greater capacity for high-reasoning does not somehow magically alter our biological nature, and we are not the only animals capable of thought, feeling, or desire...

Let's not get into the details....

So, my uncle or my mom's new husband who I wasn't ready to call 'dad' decided to take me in. I lived at my grandma's place, where I was taken care of by a maid. He used to come visit me every once in a while.

At that time, I was a very innocent (almost) and curious (a lot) and a completely normal (...no comments) brat...like all other kids...

"Uncle, if I put this tooth beneath my pillow, will the tooth fairy come?"

"Yes, it will-"

"Then, can I kidnap her so that I can get all her treasures?"

"......"

At this time, uncle knew.....THAT I HAD POTENTIAL!

He decided to take me to Los Angeles with him. The city of coughing old men and too much smoke...at least that's what I saw there...

Uncle got a really interesting job in California and that was to send men...

Killed men...

You didn't get it?

In short

To send men to kill other men and that's what he was paid for....

Uncle is a mafia boss...That's some interesting job.

And surprisingly he realized that I had talent to take his business to new horizons.

But, before I could get the first gun of my life, I was forced to babysit my stepbrother…Ralf Kaise- The biological son of the uncle and my mother.

Till then, I started going to Kerlin County High where I met a very meek, feeble and innocent looking guy.

He had a short frame and seemed as if he would blow away with just a whistle.

....He was THE LOUISE, guys...

He was badly bullied at school. Even I started pitying him at some point. Finally, he stopped coming to school but after 3 months…he came to school...and....

FOR 1 MONTH, THE BULLIES WERE NOT SEEN IN THE SCHOOL!

Rumours say that they were all suddenly sick but I was doubtful if that was the reason...

So, I started gathering information, it was difficult but fun and finally I found that they were all hospitalized due to excess loss of blood and their faces were dis-shaped.

And even I knew that the same LOUISE had done that…I felt a very different feeling.

At that time, I felt so excited that I wanted to jump out of my skin and rush towards Louise....but...Maybe he won't like if a skeleton was rushing towards him.... right?

I mean, nobody normal would like that. I would be thrilled if something like that happens but then again.... I ain't normal...I'M A BADASS!!

So, I just decided to meet him normally. I packed myself inside a box and lay it out for courrier, well, that's at least how uncle does it.

After a few bumps here and there, I finally decided to open the box after 4 days and see if there was life around me or was I on Mars all together.

Yeah, I know this reference.

And yeah, I can break the fourth wall.

When I opened the box and got out.... I'm not kidding, I literally found myself inside the gutter.

NO WONDER I WAS FEELING COLD AND MY JEANS WAS WET!

I got out of the gutter and saw Louise standing in front of me.

He still looked meek and tender.

"Oh? So you're alive." He said as he glared at me with his purple eyes.

However, his voice wasn't meek or tender anymore…

My clothes were in a terrible condition. I looked no less than a beggar.

"...What did you do to me?" I said as I covered my chest "Dude you...Did you....r-rape-"

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN?!!" Louise shouted.

Since he was at the peak of his puberty, and his testosterone was running wild, he was pretty short tempered unlike he is now.

"I'm gonna crush you and make your stew soup." Louise said as he pressed his knuckles and they made a really dangerous sound.

"Un…Don't beat me" I said as I got up. I WAS LEGIT TALLER THAN HIM!

F**K! WHAT HAPPENED NOW?!! HE SHOT UP LIKE A GIRAFFE AND I'M STILL A MIDGET....

CAN YOU BELIEVE A THUG LIKE ME US JUST 180 CM TALL WHEREAS I SHOULD BE LIKE 10 METRES TALL?

Yeah... God is so unfair....

So, let's move back to the story...

"Don't beat you? And what will I get if I don't beat you?" Louise said.

I'm talking about a time when both of us were high-school first years, fifteen years old dudes just chillin' in flippers on California streets...

Can you believe? A 15 years old Louise...too cute to imagine…I'll share a picture with you guys.

"Un...If you don't beat me...I'll give you a blowjob!" I said.

I remember after that, I was beaten so badly I lost count of how many times I had been punched. I almost saw the heaven doors opening and SATAN calling me inside with a halo on his head.

At this point I knew, I WAS TURNING CRAZY! I kicked Satan on his face and realized that it was the doctor.

I had died! Somehow I revived...after 2 months of bed rest…After that...I.... loved hanging out with him!!

Initially, he was bothered but later he decided to give in.

Then, he made a club so that people like him should not suffer like he did, ever again. I became the advisor and since it was a secret society, we needed an alias.

I named myself MJ- THE THUG!!

Louise was forcefully named- LOUISA- THE UNBEATABLE BEAUTY!

And surprisingly, the bullying ratio has gone down after we started our work... because people are too afraid to bully even an ant now! I totally get their fear though.

THIS GUY IS A MONSTER! HIS PUNCHES LITERALLY CAN SEND YOU FLYING AND LAND YOU IN A HOSPITAL!!!

Thank God his testosterone is much calmer now...BUT STILL DANGEROUS!!!

And today...I'm here again...after exactly 2 years, we are gonna fight again!

I'm challenging him and the good news is- now I'm stronger!!!

The bad news is- HE IS STRONGER TOO!!!!

"So, you wanna play, huh? Alright...CHALLENGE ACCEPTED!!!" Louise shouted with a smile.

'OH SHIT! THIS GUY IS EXCITED AND SO AM I!'

This Valentine's party...WAS WORTH COMING FOR!

-To be continued