warnette imagines

bullying

(TW: bullying)

Requested by lilstar232

(ELLA'S POV)

Lately, life has been the worst. People started to make fun of me for literally any flaw they can find in me. I have decided to study law and everybody in my class makes fun of me. It makes me want to stop studying. To move far away from here. But I'm stronger than that. It took me 5 minutes to build up the courage to finally enter my classroom. "Ooooh, look who's here" I hear somebody say. Aaron doesn't know about this. He doesn't know that hell starts when I step foot in the campus. He doesn't know I eat lunch in the restrooms. He doesn't know I cry on my way to school. In a place where nobody can see me, of course. 

Everybody starts laughing. I sit down and open my laptop to catch up with the class. "Teacher! Juliette isn't doing her work" somebody accuses me. His name was Mark, I believe. Honestly, who names their kid Mark.... I'm just mad. Mark stands up and grabs my laptop, attempting to find me doing anything other than the work. I got so angry at him that I stood up, snatched my laptop from him, and slapped him. "Okay, who the fuck do you think you are to just grab my laptop like that?! Do not ever touch my stuff. Ever. I might as well take your laptop and throw it out the window, right?! Because that's okay right?!" I yell at him. He looks at me, wide eyed. "Who gave you the right to touch my stuff!? That means I can touch your stuff too!?" I add. I walk up to his desk, grab his laptop, and throw it on the floor. Mark gasps. He looks scared. I look back at the floor and see that the laptop hit the floor so hard, it broke into tiny, tiny pieces. Like powder. 

I guess I overused my power. Everybody was looking at me. I can feel their eyes. But I don't care. "Juliette. Out." the teacher says. I grab my stuff and leave the classroom. I don't even wait for the teacher to come outside and lecture me. I just run to the bathroom. 

I sit on the bathroom floor and start crying so much that I start to feel nauseas. I throw up in the toilet. I'm going to get in trouble. I'm not worried about being bullied. I'm worried about my grades. Since my social life wasn't very good, I decided that I would at least keep my grades up. My grades could be affected by this. The kids in class could start physically bullying me. That, on the other hand, I'm worried about. I will not tolerate people hitting me just because they feel like it. That causes me to throw up more. I check my phone. Class ended. I can go home now. I quickly wash my face and run out of the restroom so nobody can see me. I run home. Once I'm home. I wipe my tears. I don't want Aaron to know. He doesn't need to know.

I walk into our house, take off my shoes, and yell Aaron I'm home. He walks down the stairs. "Hello, love" he says. He comes up to me and wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me into a hug. He kisses me on my head. "How was class today?" he asks me, running his fingers through my hair. I don't answer him. I want to speak. To tell him everything is fine. But my lips aren't moving, frozen in place. He breaks the hug and lifts my chin. "Love? Is everything okay?" he asks me, with a worried face. I attempt to speak, or nod, or anything at this point. But I can't. He pulls me closer to him, stroking my cheek gently. He kisses my nose. "What's wrong, love?" he says quietly. Tears start rolling down my eyes. "Oh, no no no! Don't cry, please" he says. He starts to wipe my eyes. "What happened, love?" he asks me. He hugs me, I rest my head on his chest. 

I tell him everything. "He deserved it" he says. "We'll deal with that later" he adds. "I don't ever want to go back there!" I say, as I start crying again. He kisses my cheek. "Shhhh, It's okay" he whispers in my ear. I wrap my arms around the back of his neck and he holds me by my waist. He lets me cry until I get tired, placing kisses all over my body as I do so. "It's okay, my love" h e says every once in a while. "Aaron, this has been happening from the first day of class" I tell him. He looks upset. "Why didn't you tell me, love?" he asks. "I didn't want you to do anything to them. They would bully me even more" I tell him. "Its okay, love. Next time this happens, immediately text me". 

"If you ever feel sad or anxious please text me. I'll help you. I don't want you to ever feel like this again" he says. "Okay". "Good" he says. 

(WARNER'S POV)

When she told me everything, I was devastated. One of my many jobs as her husband was to make sure she never got bullied. One of my many jobs as her husband was to always be there for her. How did I not realize this. I'm disappointed in myself. 

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