The World I Belonged

Introduction

  Hello! My name's Madeline, and I'm an 14 year old girl living in New Jersey, United States. All my life I've been picked on because I'm short, and I've dealt with a lot of assholes that say they love me, but love my body instead. It's frustrating, but recently people have been messing with me too much, and weird things have happened, like they'll randomly fly backwards when picking on me. But recently I've started dating this guy, his names Tom, he truly loves me, I know it, and I really love him too. He tries protecting me, but the issue is that he's kinda... Not the strongest. He gets beat up a lot trying to protect me, and I feel bad. But I guess I should show you the night that happened, on the first night of August, I was walking home from a friend's.
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  The stars in the sky were shining especially bright tonight, it was beautiful. I'm thinking I should stop at Tom's, since I pass his house on my way home. I cut through the back alley near Tom's, so I could knock on his back door. I dropped one of my books, so I kneel down to grab it, when someone comes up to me from a dark corner and knocks the books out of my hands.
  "What the-" I begin, but the man grabs my hair and pulls, I scream and he begins unbuckling his belt. I scream more, and keep trying to push him away, when a back door busts open, and a male of about 14 or 15 walks up from the shadows and punches the pervert in the jaw, causing him to let go.
  "You ok babygirl?" Tom asks me, and I nod. I try to warn him, but the man turns back to us and slugs him across the face. "Go!" Tom yells, and I run from the alley, leaving my books and him. I feel really bad, so when I round the corner I call the police. I look back into the alley, and Tom's laying on the ground, alone. I jog to him, and kneel down, shaking him softly.
  "T-Tom?"
"Hey babygirl." He grunts. I pull him up to his feet, and lay his arm over my shoulders, then walk him to his back porch.
  The police arrive on the scene after a few minutes, and after having one of their medical officers check him out they take a report and leave.
"I'm sorry you had to deal with that," I apologize to him.
  "It's fine babe, c'mon inside," he replies, grunting as he climbs to his feet. I help him inside and we settle on the couch.
  "Where are your parents?" I ask as he puts his arm over my shoulders.
  "Out of town for the week, I'm dog sitting," he replies, leaning back into the couch cushions.
  "Doesn't that mean I shouldn't be here?" I ask, and he gives me his cute, devilish little smile. We laugh, and after some microwaveable Mac and cheese, he feels better. We fall asleep on the couch after a bit of talking, and I get a weird feeling, like a cold wind, and I hear a soft pat as if something was placed on a table.

I don't plan on continuing this anymore, for personal reasoning, hope you understand.