5SOS Imagines vol. 2

Bullied At School-MC

YOUR POV
I came home, my shirt a somewhat bloody mess. Thankfully it was a dark gray shirt so it only looked like a food stain. I managed to stop the bleeding coming from my nose, but I also had a black eye and a cut above my eyebrow. They won't be easy to hide unless I kept my hood up. But that would make Michael suspicious. Unless I rushed in and said I had to use the bathroom badly, then used that time to cover them up with make up.

I decided to go with my second plan.

I opened the door to the house and there was Michael, seated on the couch with a game controller in his hand. I tried to act like I didn't see him so I could make it to the bathroom, but he saw me first.

"Hey, babe. How was class?"

"Fine. Hey, I'll talk to you in a few minutes. I really have to use the bathroom," I said keeping my face hidden under my hood.

Michael chuckled and said, "Alright then."

I made it to the bathroom without further disruptions. I shut the door, and proceeded to take my hood off. As I looked into the mirror, I noticed the cut was still bleeding. I sighed and took a cotton ball, gently cleaning the wound with peroxide. It stung like a bitch, and the loathing I have for my bully deepened.

Once that was clean, I let it air out as I gently touched the purple skin around my eye. It was swollen for sure, but I was hoping the make up would distract from it. I decided to sit down, my head a little dizzy from standing and walking for so long. Now that I've thought about it, I lost a bit of blood out of my nose.

I stood again, taking my make up and covering the cut with it. Once that was done, I started on my eye. I was about a quarter of the way through with it when there was a knock on the door. Michael.

"(Y/n), are you alright? You've been in there for a while."

I looked at my phone. Shit. I've been in here for twenty five minutes. "Yeah. Just... I'll be out in a minute," I said, my voice clearly stuttering.

"Why do I feel like you're being dishonest?"

"Because you're crazy," I said. I heard the knob turn and the door opened. I was faced with Michael staring at me in the mirror.

"Or because I was right," he said. He turned me around and made me face him. He took a wet cloth and gently washed the make up off my eye and face. "Who did this to you?"

"Nobody. I fell down the stairs trying to get to my psychology class," I lied.

"Please don't do that. Please don't lie to me about this." I dropped my head, fighting back tears. Michael tilted my head up. "(Y/n), who did this to you?"

I took in a shaky breath and said, "His name is Devon. He's been bullying me for years. I thought I had gotten rid of him when I graduated but he goes to the same university as I do now... He beats me every day. Today was worse than most."

"Why didn't you ever tell me?"

I shrugged my shoulders. "I'm a loser. And I mean, you kind of already know that, but I thought if you knew I was beat up because of it, you wouldn't want to be with me anymore. Being bullied emphasizes the amount of loser that lays inside of me."

"Babe, you are not a loser, and even if you were, I'm alright with that because you are my loser. I don't care about that because I love you for you. What I do care about is that someone is beating the shit out of my girlfriend." He looked me in the eyes. "I am going to take you to school tomorrow and I am going to set him straight. And if he continues to bully you, then I will make it my duty to take you to school every day until he stops."

I smiled and said, "I'd say you don't have to do that, but I already know you're going to whether I say so or not."

"Damn right. Bullying is wrong. Obviously something happened to him that made him this way, but he's given you bruises. That's illegal. And I will take it to the police if I need to."

"He punched me in the nose too," I said. "It bled for a while."

"You do look a little pale," Michael said. "Let's go get comfy on the couch."

I followed Michael and sat on the couch. He went to the kitchen and came back with a glass of juice and an ice pack. "The juice will help with the lightheaded feeling, and the ice pack is for your nose and eye."

"Thanks, Mikey. For everything. I love you."

"You're welcome, baby girl. I love you, too," he said and kissed my head, covering me with a blanket as he added a player to the game. I dominated his ass in Mario kart.