The Bully Affect

Bruising, a busted lip, black eye, and 3 fractured ribs

~Ema's P.O.V.~

After class I walked out to go to my locker. I started to turn the dial. As soon as my locker opened, someone slammed it shut. I turned around just to be shoved against my locker. I opened my eyes seeing Nate staring at me. "Well, well, well. Look what we have here. Its the little geek that made our friend betray us. Tell me, did you brainwash him with some type of nerdy equipment?" He asked me. "N-no..." I said scared of what he will end up doing to me. "Well, since you made my friend turn his back on us.....you have to pay the consequences." He told me, pulling his fist back, evil showing in his eyes, face red with anger. His fist came at my face. I ducked my head just in time. His fist hit the locker and he pulled it back to hit me again. This time he hit me in the stomach. I crumpled to the ground. He rolled me on to my back and punched me twice in the face. Then him and his friends started to kick me. I cried in pain. Finally they stopped and Nate spit on me. They walked away, chuckling. I stayed there until someone came running at me. I quickly curled into a ball. "Hey, shhhh, its just me. Are you okay? What happened?" I uncurled enough to see who was talking to me. As soon as I saw who it was, I was a little shocked. I could feel my cheeks heating up a bit like they usually did when he was around. Jonathan was crouched down, looking me right in the eyes. My heart skipped a beat. "I-I d-don't kn-know. N-nate and his fr-friends st-started to punch m-me and kick m-me. They blamed me for Chris not being their friend no more and said I brain washed him with some nerdy equipment." I told him, with tears starting to come out of my eyes. I quickly started to wipe them away, so he wouldn't really see. He grabbed my arms gently. "You need help. Let me take care of you." He said trying to help me up. I groaned. He propped me up against him as he lifted my shirts up so he could examin my belly. He lightly touched a spot. I winced in pain. "Someone needs to check that. Is anyone home at your house?" He asked pulling my shirts back down. "N-no." I told him as he started to examin my face a little. "I'll take you to my house then. My mom should be home. She can help with your injuries." He told me, wrapping an arm around my waist to keep me up, but light enough so it won't hurt that bad. As soon as we started to walk, my legs gave out and I started to fall. Jonathan caught me just in time though. He decided to carry me instead, bridal style. He carried me out to his car, gently sitting me down on the passenger side. He buckled me in and shut my door quietly just in case I had a headache. Which I do. He ran to his side of the car and got in. He buckled in and started the car. We drove to his house. When we got there, he picked me up and started to carry me, even though I kept telling him I can walk, that I was starting to feel better. We got inside. "Mom! Can you come here a moment, please?!" He yelled. Soon his mom walked in. Her face was filled with surprise that her son was standing there holding a girl. "She needs your help. Her parents aren't home, so I told her that maybe you could help her with her injuries. A bunch of boys were beating on her." He told his mom in a rush. I thought I heared worry and concern in his voice. But there also sounded like anger when he said the part about me getting beat on. His mom nodded. "Sit her on the couch while I go get some medical supplies." She said walking away quickly. He went into the living room and put me on the couch. "She'll check to see if you cracked a rib, or punctured anything. And she will clean up your busted lip and any scratches." He told me sitting down next to me. My belly did back flips and butterflies flew in a fast pace in my stomach from how close we were. I could tell my face was getting red, so I looked down. His mom came back with the medical supplies. She had me lay down so she could check my ribs. I groaned as I started to lay down for her, so Jonathan helped me lay down slower, with his one hand on my back, the other holding my hand so I could squeeze it when it hurt to bad. I finally was laying down, and Jonathan let go of my hand and helped me roll my shirts up so his mom could look. She started to poke at my ribs lightly. I let a little cry escape and Jonathan grabbed my hand again. "Shhhhh, its okay. Shhhh." He whispered in a soft quite voice. He stroke my hair as she kept on poking the ribs and bruises. I squeezed Jonathans hand a little. Finally she stopped poking me and had me sit up. So Jonathan helped me back up and rolled my shirts down again. His mom looked at my face. She pulled out some cleaning stuff to clean my busted lip. She started to put it on. It stung so bad, that I quickly grabbed Jonathan'ss leg near the knee and squeezed. He started to laugh from the sudden tickling sensation from the spot I was squeezing. Well, now I know he is ticklish. Finally she was done. "Well, she has some pretty nasty looking bruises, a busted lip, a black eye, and 3 fractured ribs as it seems." His mom said with pure concern and sadness in her voice, face, and eyes. "I'll go get some pain killers." She said getting up. After she left, Jonathan started to talk. "You can let go of my leg." He started to laugh a little. "Oh.." I took my hand off, not realizing I still was squeezing it. "Sorry..." I said looking down, knowing I was deffinately blushing. He put his hand under my chin, and made me look at him in the eyes. "Why do you always look down when you blush?" He asked. This just made me go even brighter. He took his hand off my chin. "Because I don't like it when people see me blush. Or cry. Or see me at all. Besides, I'm nothing to look at." I said looking down again. He just put his hand back under my chin and made me look at him again. "You are worth looking at. Crying is nothing to be ashamed of. And blushing is normal." He said. A small, light blush appearing. I just turned the maximum red. "Thanks..." I said trailing. I thought for a second before giving him a big hug. He hugged back instantly. "Thank you so much." I whispered. "What for?" He asked back. At this point I was crying. "For helping me, being there. For everything." I whispered in a weak voice. "Its okay. I'm sure you'd do the same for me." He said. I nod my head, and let go. Jonathan started to wipe away my tears. I gave a small smile. Just then his mom came in with a glass of water and some pain killers. I took them. "Do you just want to stay here for now till you feel better? Or even stay for dinner if you want." His mom said. "I'll have to talk to my mom about it. I'll let you know in like 10 minutes." I told her. She nodded. "So... do you want to go do something like play air hocky or watch a movie?" Jonathan asked. "Sure." I said. I followed him to a door and down some staires. His basement was awesome! "Let me give my mom a call real quick." "Okay." He said as I walked away. I made the call and about a minute or so later I walked back over. "My mom said I could stay for dinner." I told him. He smiled a little. "Okay, well go pick out a movie while I go tell my mom." He said. I nodded. He went upstaires and I went to a room with a red couch and a big screen. I picked out a movie and sat down and waited. When he came back he had a smile on his face and he put the movie in. We watched it until his mom called us for dinner.