//------------------------------// // Real Pain! // Story: Punkbabii! // by HelloPussy //------------------------------// I don’t think I’ve ever felt more embarrassed in my life. Not even Bow could make me want to just roll the window down, crawl out of my skin, and let the wind blow me away. I rather be dead meat off the freeway than, like, a bother to anyone really, but mainly to Mac.  We don’t talk the whole ride back, I mean it’s absolute silence, and Braeburn lives an hour away from Ponyville. I’m looking up at the clouds wishing I had a pair of wings to fly away. I’d probably be the fastest thing in the air too. I’d probably be the fastest thing alive.  We turn into town. Ponyville is like this mix between Cloudsdale and hillbilly central. Cloudsdale has a really nice downtown, cute suburbs, and the best track team in the nation. Ponyville is mostly lower income, religious, and full of teen moms. Not much comparison. I don’t know why Bow moved us down here. I don’t even know if I love it or hate it, but I do know I would rather be here than there.  At least we’re not stupid Rainbow Blaze’s neighbor anymore.  “Got something I gotta get at home. You fine with stopping by there real quick? Still got bout an hour til the bell.” Mac’s voice spooks me since he’s been so quiet for so long.  I adjust myself in my seat. “Uh, yeah…sure,” but I can already see he’s heading down there regardless since the school is in the opposite direction of the road we’re on. He probably only said it to announce his intentions so I don’t start crying again like an absolute baby. I’m so fucking embarrassing.  He returns to his silence.  When I met him for the first time he was like this too, just quietly observing everything. He came into Applejack’s room looking for something, and when he saw me he kinda grinned a bit and asked if I was from AJ’s class. I found his stoic demeanor cool, and I think I still do. I don’t know what I think anymore.  “Good lord.” He mumbles under his breath when we make it up his long driveway. I sit on my hands to add height to properly see beyond his hood. My parent’s silver SUV is parked in front of the house and Bow is talking to AJ’s grandmother with this panicked expression on his mug. They pause and look over at the truck when it comes to a full shop. I quickly duck out of sight, but I know he saw me, we made eye contact.  This was the absolute worst thing to ever happen, and I just escaped from Braeburn’s creepy ass bathroom. I’d pull my hair out, right this minute, if I didn’t already shave it.  Mac turns the truck off. “What are you doing? You gotta drive away.” I’m holding the back of my neck like bombs are about to fall. “C’mon. We still got time—“  My door swings open. Bow grabs my arm and snatches it so hard I swear it’s gonna bruise. He’s pulling me from the vehicle, but my seatbelt keeps me attached like an umbilical cord, and this all hurts a lot. I’m crying all over again, screaming for him to stop, but now he wraps around me to undo the buckle. I’m carried out like I'm a screeching toddler. It’s so fucking embarrassing. “Daddy! Calm down!” Now he’s just like Big Mac because he doesn’t respond to me while he’s hauling me towards the SUV. “Daddy!”  Windy gets out of the passenger side. I’m thinking she’s running towards me at full fucking speed to either hug me or scream her face as purple as Bow’s, but she passes the both of us. I shut up to witness my insane mother kick at Mac’s truck. “Bastard! Get the fuck out the car!” She’s yelling at the top of her lungs so loud that the dog in the house is barking like crazy. “I’ll kill you! I’ll fucking kill you, you freak!” She picks up a rock and smashes it against his windshield. It shatters then she picks up another rock.  Bow throws me in the back of the SUV. “Don’t you move.” And the look he gives me makes me shut my trap and obey. I hear their grandmother say something along the lines of heavenly father and something like what are you doing? But Bow slammed my door at this point, and he too is approaching Mac’s truck. By now Mac got out to grab Windy’s wrists. Bow punches him right in the side of the jaw. Mac’s head swings and he lets Windy go. Bow goes in for another hit, and I shut my eyes now.  I didn’t mean for this to happen.  My stomach hurts again, and now I’m just gripping at it and trying to ignore the sounds outside, the shouting, the dog barking, the punching. I just messed up real bad and I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.  There’s a slam behind me. I look up to see Windy getting a tire iron from the trunk. My heart is racing now, there’s like, no way she has good intentions with that. So I open the door to see Mac and Bow tussling on the pavement, but I’m scared of what Bow would do if I get out. I stay put with absolutely no idea what the fuck to do. Windy raises the tire iron over her fiery head. She waits for an opportunity to strike Mac.  “I’m calling the police!” Their grandmother is rushing towards the house. She’s a really kind lady and so doesn’t deserve to be in the middle of this.  “Call them! Tell them you’re grandson is a fucking pervert!” Windy slams the tire iron on the back of Mac’s knee, and I scream for her to stop. Both Windy and Bow look towards me. “Get back in the car!” They say it in sync, and they’re so fucking stupid because I am in the goddamn car. I don’t yell at them though. They’re both super hyped and super scary right now.  The dog bolts from the front door before AJ’s grandma even has a chance to step into the house. She’s barking and snarling at the interlocked men, and like if I didn’t know she was the sweetest fucking dog ever I wouldn’t be so surprised. Bow has Mac in a tight chokehold, and I swear he’s trying to kill him. The dog probably knows it too because she’s biting at Bow’s forearm and he releases enough for Mac to elbow him and slip free. Windy’s now trying to get the dog to let go of Bow and their grandmother is doing the same. “Deer lord!” She screams, and I swear her old heart is about to give out. Mac hops into his truck, reverses, and rips down the driveway.  I shut my eyes again expecting that to be the end of it, especially when the dog finally lets go. Instead of my crazy fucking parents allowing this whole thing to just die, the both of them are sprinting to the SUV. “Get his fucking ass!” Windy yells as she eggs on Bow. “Run him off the road!” They’re speeding after Mac, but he’s long gone.  There’s blood all over the dashboard. Windy is screaming, Bow is screaming, and I’m screaming to just go home.