𝐁𝐀𝐃 𝐁𝐎𝐘 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒 | 𝐟𝐢𝐧.

protective 3

You were cornered.

For the past three years, the same guys cornered you whenever they could and hit you with the best they had, whether it be words or actions. It made you feel worthless and after the first couple of times, the pain went away. You went numb as they began spitting words at you and bruising your already marked skin. It amazed you to see how much satisfaction they got from inflicting pain on a girl, just trying to make it through the day. They kept on hitting, each strike harder then the next.

"Stop."

One word and they immediately dropped you, your weak body falling to the floor. A shadow fell over you as you felt something warm melt into your numb and cold skin. You were lifted up, cradled into someone's arms. You melted into their touch, feeling being regained into your skin. The punches hurt and for once, you cried. Throughout your breakdown, your saviour had moved into an abandoned classroom. He held you close to him, hushing you as he too tried to hold back his own tears. Never once would he have thought that the pretty girl in his class that smiled at almost everything was dying inside. You stopped crying, instead enjoying your time in his strong hold. He gently placed you on the floor and searched for the first aid kit. You shivered instantly, needing his warmth. Noticing your shivering figure, he rushed back to you. Pulling you in between his legs, he began treating your wounds with his arms wrapped around your waist. It stung and you felt every bit of it.

"Promise me that tomorrow you'll stay with me."

You nodded, not caring that you missed the rest of school, not caring that those guys would be after you again and not caring that the bad boy had his arms wrapped around you and his heart set on making you his.