Bullys don't win. Want to hear a story? Pat was the school bully of my Elementary school days. He was strong, mean, short fuse, and had it out for everyone. He'd attack you randomly, even in the rest rooms, he'd literally hurt you and send packs of kids scambling. Shit he even hit 4th grade girls and injured them. Fucking hitting girls. Teachers didn't take wind of it because the truth was, he came from a bad home. His father and mother were getting divorced, etc.
So, 5th grade, 5 years of his shit, I'd say 10 students decided it was time to put an end to it. At recess they jumped that mother fucker on the field. Knocked him down, kicked him, beat him, hit him with book, bats whatever they had. Students gathered around and laughed, and cheered as Pat cried in pain and for help. Noone anwsered his cries of help. We, even I, watched in joy, vengence and it healed out emotional wounds.
Patrick left that field a bloody mess. Broken nose, 3 fingers broken, sprained wrists, black eye, cuts, he looked like a train wreck survivor. He returned to school next week, bandaged up, and he kept to himself, the tables forever turned. He never touched anyone like that again, he did, in fact, drop out of High School Junior year.