I held The Bitch’s gaze for what felt like an eternity. Just when I was about to break, her stare finally dropped. I couldn’t believe it. I had won. I had stood up to The Bitch and survived. I didn’t know how she would take it, but I sure as hell was about to find out.
To my utter amazement, she didn’t punish me. She simply muttered something about giving me a free pass because I was new, then resumed her teachings. Many of my classmates seemed impressed by my accomplishment, but none were as adamant in their awe as Cindy. She even risked further punishment by telling me how grateful she was for my actions. Never before had anyone stood up to her and the fact that I hadn’t back down meant she may finally change her wicked ways. All I could do was hope she was right and pray my actions would not bring the wrath of The Bitch crashing down upon my head.
The Test
Standing up to The Bitch had far greater repercussions than I ever could have imagined. Not only did Cindy and I become friends—I think she felt indebted to me for trying to protect her—but The Bitch actually stopped picking on her. Cindy revealed it was something that had been happening ever since she accidentally mispronounced The Bitch’s name on her very first day.
At first, I was thrilled to see Cindy wearing clothes for a change, but my joy quickly faded when I realized I had become The Bitch’s new target. No matter how hard I tried, she always found fault in everything I did. On the second day, she took me aside and told me she wouldn’t let me undermine her, promising to do everything in her power to keep me from graduating. At first I thought it was simply an empty threat meant to scare me into submission. It wasn’t until she forced me to strip for petting a dog without permission that I realized how un-empty her promise really was. The only upside was that I had planned ahead and worn underwear.
I spent most of the next two weeks parading around in my bra and panties. At first, my male classmates whistled and cheered, but I ignored them and their interest eventually waned. Unfortunately, The Bitch’s hatred for me continued to burn bright.
At first, I considered reporting our instructor’s inappropriate behavior, but Cindy cautioned me against it. There was a rumor floating around that the last student to snitch on The Bitch had been kicked out of the K-9 unit training program. Not only that, but she had been discharged from the force. No one knew the official reason, but from that day on, no one had ever messed with The Bitch. Than is, until I came along.
Part of me wished I had known this before standing up to her, but deep down I knew I had done the right thing. The Bitch was abusing her power and she deserved to be put in her place. I only wish I could have done more, but I couldn’t afford to put my dream of becoming a cop on the line. The Bitch would eventually get what she deserved, one way or the other.
Each day, I was humiliated and emotionally beaten. It was a living hell, but my fellow students—even the men—were finally beginning to see how much of a monster The Bitch truly was. They had always known she was cruel, but since she let them get away with almost anything, they hadn’t really cared. But now that she was taking things to the next level, they stopped goofing off and actually started paying attention in class. None of them stood up to her, but knowing my misery was having a positive effect on the rest of the class helped me make it through.
I kept my mouth shut, letting her humiliate me in the worst imaginable ways. Most people would have cracked under such pressure, but I kept thinking of my mother and how proud she would have been of me. I refused to give up, keeping my mouth shut and my anger contained.
It worked for almost two week. But on the day of the final examination, I finally lost it. Since she couldn’t get through to me, The Bitch turned her attention to Cindy. She treated her ten times worse than she had treated me, no doubt hoping it would finally make me lose it.
It did. The sight of my friend in tears finally accomplished what nine long days of psychological torture had failed to do. I lost completely lost it. Rage swept across me, spreading through my body like a virus, attacking every cell in my body until they were completely corrupted. No longer in control of my body, I watched, powerless as I stepped between my friend and The Bitch. By the time I realized what I was doing, it was already too late.
When I snapped out of my rage-induced trance, The Bitch lay on the floor before me, her fingers massaging her jaw. It took a few seconds before I understood what I had done. But when I finally realize I had punched her, I felt the blood drain from my face.
I expected The Bitch to be livid, but she simply stood up, a satisfied grid deforming her hideous lips. She had accomplished what she had set out to do; she had tricked me into sealing my own fate. I had assaulted a superior officer and there was only one punishment for that. Immediate discharge from the force.
I remained frozen in shock for a moment before finally becoming aware of my surroundings. My classmates stood nearby, eyes wide with shock and jaws dropped in disbelief. Cindy was the only one smiling, but I could tell many more smiles would soon emerge from the stunned crowd.
I could have apologized, but I knew nothing I said or did would do any good. I hated the fact that she had won, but there was nothing I could do about it, so I grabbed my clothes—as usual, I had spent the past few hours in my underwear—and ran.
It took a while before I finally came down form my adrenaline high. When it finally happened, a sense of disbelief and despair swept across me. I had just ruined my one chance at honoring my mother’s memory. No matter how much regret I felt or how many times I apologized for what I had done, there was no way The Bitch would ever change her mind. I couldn’t believe my career as a police officer had lasted only nine short days.
It took a few hours before the phone rang. I was utterly terrified, but I knew I had no choice; I answered. Sure enough, it was a secretary calling to inform me I was being summoned to a hearing, which was scheduled for the next day. I was surprised by the rapidity of the proceedings, but I guess I should have seen it coming. The Bitch hated me and no doubt had reported the assault as soon as I had left.
I barely slept. I knew the odds of my remaining employed were slim, but I still held out hope. It was silly, but it was the only thing I could do to keep from falling into a deep depression.
First thing next morning, I headed to the training facility where I had spent the last two weeks of my life. On my way there, I got a call from Cindy. I told her the situation and promised to give her a call as soon as the verdict had been handed out. I hung up just as I entered the parking lot.
Ten minutes later, I was entering the captain’s office. I was a little surprised by the chosen local, but I assumed this was merely a formality. Inside the office stood the captain—a balding man in his early fifties—and The Bitch. She was dressed up, though she still looked as hideous as ever. A malicious smile curled her lips. I could tell she would enjoy watching my dreams being torn to shreds.
I stood there for what felt like an eternity, waiting for the captain to speak. It took a while, but he eventually looked up from his computer screen. His expression was impossible to read.
“Your mother would be very disappointed in you,” he said.
Anger shot through me at the mention of my mother. Who was he to tell me what my mother would have thought? Then again, he was right. I bowed my head and waited for him to proceed.
“Striking a superior officer almost always results in immediate termination of employment,” explained the captain.
I sighed, assuming my fate was sealed.
“However,” he soon added, “Sergeant James here insists you are one of the best recruits she ever had.”
I was so surprised I almost choked on my own saliva.
“The…” I started, but stopped myself before I could refer to my training officer as The Bitch. “Sergeant James said that?” I eventually asked, bewildered.
The captain nodded.
“She claims you struck her following a misunderstanding that led you to believe she was mistreating one of your fellow officers,” he explained. “She believes you acted as any other officer would have in your shoes.”
I couldn’t believe it. It sounded so impossible I didn’t know what to say. So I just stood there and waited to see what would happen next.
There was a long silence before The Bitch finally spoke.
“I have dropped the charges against you,” she explained with an oddly kind smile. “If you are still interested in joining the K-9 unit, I would be happy to let you retake the final examination. In fact, I am free tomorrow.”
I didn’t know what to say. It all seemed so out of character, yet the offer was not one I could refuse. I didn’t know if The Bitch had miraculously grown a conscience overnight or if she was planning something, but I couldn’t pass up such an opportunity. It took a while, but my mind was eventually made up.
“All right,” I agreed, glancing at The Bitch. The satisfied grin she wore told me I had just made a mistake. Unfortunately, it was now too late to back down. All I could do was hope I could survive whatever atrocities she had planned for me.
The Trap
I barely slept all night. I kept tossing and turning, wondering what atrocities The Bitch had planned for me. But eventually, fatigue washed over me and I slipped into unconsciousness. My dreams were populated with horrible visions of my instructor. She humiliated and tortured me. Every horrible thing I could think of she did. By the time my alarm clock finally dragged me back to reality, I was covered in sweat. My heart was racing and my adrenaline was pumping.
I thought about not going, about blowing off my one chance at salvation. But deep down, I knew I would forever regret it if I let my fear control me. So, after thoroughly preparing myself for the worst possible scenario, I got dressed and headed off.
Darren says
Great story! I will save this one so that I can read it again and again. Keep up the great work and I hope to read more of your stories soon.