Chapter 1

My name is, or rather was, Ginny Hestor. I am not ashamed of my name never have, though others made fun of it and me.

I had just graduated from school, had actually landed a job in an office typing, filing whatever I could. I wasn’t the prettiest nor had I tried to be.

I had survived bullying better than most. I had actually tried to fight back. I was hurt badly enough that no less than five of the rich and cool girls were expelled and failed.

I had thought that was the end of it, after I got out of the hospital, I was wrong. Apparently, the story got around that I had instigated the confrontation.

This was rapidly disproved with the extent of the injuries. There was also the video footage that almost completely disappeared. My Dad had a copy and went to the press.

Apparently, the father of the rich instigator had tried to make all this disappear. He was later arrested for interfering in a police investigation.

I knew that if he had gone to this much trouble he would go further. Not so much him, but his daughter would come after me.

I was on the way home in my little car. I heard a powerful car come up behind me at a rapid speed. I knew I was in trouble when it came up beside me and tried to force me off the road.

I knew all five of the girls in the car as it passed me, then slammed on the brakes. Somehow, I missed them and stayed on the road.

I then took off away from them, they right on my bumper. I then heard the others in the back start yelling.

“Throw it, after she’s dead we’ll be good,” I heard the rich leader of them shout.

They again pulled beside me as something flew in the window, striking me in the side of the head. I screamed as whatever it was burned my face and eyes.

I turned away from them as I heard all of them laugh evilly as the pain grew. The last thing I saw before my sight ended was a large oak tree that I was heading straight for.

I remember striking the tree, I remember smelling the gas, then the smoke. I was lying in the grass a great distance from the car. I swear I heard all five of them get out walking to what was left of my car.

“You see her? I hope the hell the bitch burns to death after costing me John. I wanna hear her scream in agony, remember if she tries to get out, throw her pissant ass back into the flames!” I heard the leader hiss.

We were close enough to town that the sounds of sirens scared the five back into their car and left in a hurry.

The last thing I heard that I would remember for a long time was the hideous laughter of the five. I awoke several days later strapped into a hospital bed.

A nurse ran to grab a few doctors who I heard come in. My entire face was bandaged, and I was in a great deal of pain. My entire face was barely numb though pain radiated away from it all over.

When I was finally able to talk, I identified all five of the self-righteous females. I was told a few days later that all five had vanished. My father helped to keep the police looking, but after two weeks there was still nothing.

I was there for several months just for the reconstruction of my face. My eyes were still there; they just refused to work.

Another three months I was finally released, sightless. Dad took me home. My mother helped though I felt babied. I remembered how to do things; I just didn’t have the sight to aid me.

I was finally allowed to take a bath. I was so damn tired of sponge baths. I sat in the tub trying to relax, not sure if I was alone, then scared I was.

The sheriff’s department said that after six months they still had no leads of the five. I sighed as I dunked my head into the water, then felt a tingling. It didn’t hurt, it just tingled.

It actually felt pretty good, then I swear that I could see, just for a moment, it was all light blue I saw. Then it was gone, though the tingling was still there.

I stood thinking I needed to call mom to get me out, thinking I needed my towel. I felt something soft go around my shoulders. I grabbed it, shocked that it was my towel.

I started to dry myself all over, then I wished I could get out. I was suddenly floating out of the tub, gently coming to stand on the bathmat.

OK, I thought when had I been able to levitate, that could come in handy, I thought. I then walked slowly to the wall, feeling my way to the door. I remembered that my room was left out of the bathroom.

That’s when I heard my parents down the hall. “We need to get help with her, she is only going to be a burden,” I heard my mother say.

“She’s not a burden she’s our daughter, where are you going?” I heard my dad saying.

“I’m leaving, I can’t take it, looking at her scared face, her helpless state. You stay with her if you can. I can’t allow what’s left of her to drag me down,” I heard my mother say.

That’s when I heard a slap, then a thud into the wall. “You bitch!” I heard dad say, “She’s your daughter, not something to just throw away!”

“The hell with you, son of a bitch! You keep her, I am gone!” Then the door slammed, and it was just me and dad. I thought, I hope she falls down and breaks an arm. There was suddenly a scream, then a sickening snap, then more screaming.

I heard Dad run to the door, open it, then close it again. I shook my head as I thought I hope it wouldn’t heal for a very long time.

I then went into my room to get dressed, that’s when I heard dad come upstairs. He went to the bathroom, then his panicked voice said, “Ginny! Where are you hon!”

It seemed dad was panicking more when I didn’t answer immediately.

“I’m in my room getting dressed dad. Sorry I didn’t drain the tub,” I said.

“It’s alright, do you need help dressing?” he asked.

I thought about it for a moment as I pulled a shirt over my head. “I might in a few minutes dad,” I said as I felt a pair of pants on the bed no panties. (I didn’t like how they restricted me.)

I managed to get them up over my ass, then somehow got the button through the hole. “OK dad, come in,” I said, as I could feel that dad was depressed.

I swear I could almost see his face break into a smile when he saw me. That was ‘til he saw that I didn’t have a bra on. This was more apparent because my nipples were trying to poke through my shirt.

“You’re going to give your old man a heart attack, dressed like that,” he said.

“Why dad? I hardly have anything there, just an A cup, nothing to see,” I said.

“Still, I’m not supposed to see that,” he said.

“Not that it matters, dad, but we’ve seen each other naked at the nudist colony. I don’t think it’s a big deal,” I said.

“I know baby, but you can’t see now, I can, and I am still your father,” he said. Oh! Shit he was serious; he used the f word.

“You know, it’s a shame that the rich can get away with hurting people like she and her friends did. I wish I could make them feel the pain that I am and did,” I told dad.

Dad sighed, “I wish it also. I have found that in this world that the rich are very seldolm held accountable for their actions. I agree that those bitches need to pay for what they did to you.”

I smiled as I thought for a moment that I could see just where one of the rich girl’s friends were. I then saw that she was working in a warehouse. Smiling, I saw a stack of product that she was responsible for.

I was smiling bigger as I waited, then made it all fall ruined. She was immediately blamed. I did my best not to laugh as she was berated like she had me. This time, though, it was adults that controlled her job.

Unfortunately, that was all I could do, for some reason I felt that I had to go there. I thought it over for two days, trying to think of a way to get to where she was.

I mean I was in a mid-sized city in the mid-west. I felt this bitch was in one of the rich girl’s family’s warehouses much further north. I had to get closer a lot closer if I wanted this bitch to really pay. I wanted her to know all the pain I had felt and survive.

So, I started to plan, I started to get as much money as I could. I smiled as I thought the bastard father of the rich leader was out, he had plenty. I should have him pay my way there.

The whole next week, I concentrated on getting him to send me there. I wanted him to start to suffer for what he had tried to do to Dad.

I smiled as I saw that he resisted, though it became less each day. Finally, a week later he had signed for me, an unknown to him, to fly in his jet to where she was.

He even had a car pick me up at his expense. Less than an hour later I was winging my way further north.

Even as we landed, I felt my influence over her grow twice as strong. Now I thought the real revenge could start.

I knew I was going to have to be careful as the power had grown. I guess it was like a muscle, the more you use it, the stronger it gets.

I waited ‘til she was off ready to go home. The first thing I did was to cause her car to not start. Then her cell and every phone she used did not work. Then, as she tried to walk home, I compelled all to call her a whore as they passed.

Then I thought that the best thing was to have her lose the man she was hoping to elevate her status. Fat chance, I thought, as I had the male in question, reject and curse her as a cheating whore publicly.

I sat in the hotel room savoring all that I had done to her, but it still wasn’t enough. She had the mental pain now. I think it was time for the physical pain.

The next day at work, she started to receive cuts up and down her arms. Then she got a few faint cuts on her face, which really messed up what beauty she had.

I didn’t want to kill her, no I was far kinder to let her live with what she would have done. No, the one I wanted was the leader. That privileged, little, self-righteous, bitch had the most coming. Well, her and her father, possibly her family.