Bullied (A Miraculous Fanfiction)

Chapter 9

Adrien's POV

Who the fuck saw this coming? The bully, the douchebag, the dick face, the ass wipe, the person who tortured her for years, trying to help her out of an abusive situation. All the while, the guy is trying to stop his abusive relationship with his own father. I don't know about you, but I never saw this coming, and I've never heard of anything remotely like this happening.

I also never saw the image of Marinette sleeping in my cozy bed while I slept on the cold, hard floor. Or the image of me looking at her every five minutes to assure that she was okay. It was three o'clock in the morning, so I should have been sleeping. But how the hell was I supposed to sleep when I had to figure out a way to save this girl?

Many ideas rushed through my head. Most of the ideas were shit. I had thought she could turn to a relative, but then I realized she probably had nobody. I thought about her running to America, but she didn't have any passports or any way to get there. I tried to figure out if she could just report her parents, but she was probably afraid of what they might do to her.

All I could do right now was provide a bed and food for her. That was practically nothing.

As I tried to think of another option of how to get away from her parents, she began to move. I tensed as she moaned softly. Did I wake her? Is she having a nightmare? What's wrong? Should I comfort her? Should I shake her softly and ask her what's wrong? I panicked, and that was the only sane idea that I had.

"Adrien," she said in a groggy voice, "are you up?"

"Yeah," I whispered, fearing that Nathalie or father might hear me. "I'm still up."

"Why?" Marinette asked.

I sighed, "I was thinking."

"About?"

"Stuff."

I heard her sit up and decided to do the same, so I could look at her as we spoke. When I looked at her, she was sitting criss-cross, and her hair was a bit messy, her mascara was a bit smudged, but she looked...pretty. I don't think I have ever used that word to describe her. Pretty was a good adjective to describe her.

"When should I go home?" she asked.

Never. "When it's safe," I replied.

"When is it safe, do you think?"

When I can get rid of your parents...and Luka. "When I figure out a way they can't hurt you."

"Do you know when you'll figure that out?" she asked.

Probably never. "Not yet, no," I replied.

I hated questions I didn't have an answer to. I hated getting asked questions you didn't have an answer to. I hated having to say bullshit instead of saying I don't know.

"I think you should stay here until I deal with your parents. I suggest we skip school the rest of the week too. We have to go shopping tomorrow," I explained to her, lying down on wooden mattress.

"Shopping?" she questioned.

I smiled, beginning to rest my eyes, "We have to buy you some clothes. That is, unless you want to wear my big clothes."

"Alright," she sighed.

"Now, Marinette, you need to sleep," I started. "Good night."

"Good night, Adrien," she yawned. "Sleep tight."

I smiled to myself as her breathing turned to a more peaceful one, and I knew she was back to sleep. I almost laughed at the fact that she said to sleep tight when I knew I wouldn't be sleeping at all tonight. I knew that tomorrow I would have to sneak past father and convince Nathalie to bring Marinette and me to the mall. That wouldn't be too hard, but convincing her to let me use the Black Credit Card would be another thing. I knew I'd get my ass kicked when father found out, but I had to make it up to Marinette somehow.

Le Time Skip

Marinette and I decided to sleep in the next morning because we had stayed up so late. I let her sleep longer than me, so that I could talk to Nathalie. I told her that I needed her to drive a friend and I to the mall instead of school. She obviously said no, but with the help of blackmail, she said yes.

I woke Marinette up an hour later so that we could eat breakfast together. She groaned as I tried to wake her, but she eventually got up from my bed. Her hair was even messier than it was the night before, and had fallen out of their neat pigtails. Her tank top had also rose up, and showed a little bit of her flat stomach. Did her parents even feed her? Her mascara was still smudged and I could see a little bit of dry drool on her chin. The joggers I let her borrow hung low on her hips, and if they went any lower she would die of embarrassment.

"So," she yawned, stretching her arms in the air, "what's the game plan?"

I explained to her that we would go to the mall, and buy her the clothes that she would need for school. We would get lunch, and then come home to relax. She seemed pretty content with my plan.

"When do we leave?" she asked.

I smiled at her eagerness, "Right after we eat, and you get dressed in different clothes."

She smiled and followed behind me as I made my way to the dining room. It was sort of weird having somebody here sitting with me. It was weird to me when my father bought this table. It could fit a lot of people, and there was only my mother, him, and me. The table was just so lonely, and I almost felt like my father bought it to make me feel just as lonely as the table. I sat at my usually spot at the head of the table, ad she sat on my right. The chef brought out two plates of waffles with bacon and eggs. Marinette looked like she was going to inhale it all. I thanked the chef and dismissed him from the room.

"Thank you," she smiled as she began to dig into the meal.

I was so used to the plate that I had no desire to eat it. Instead, I watched, amused by Marinette. She ate the waffles like she hadn't eaten in years.

"It's no problem," I smirked.

After she was done, she and I walked out to the car--after I put a jacket on her. Then we drove to the mall in silence.

Kinda shitty and I'm sorry it's been so long! I promise next chapter will be somewhat better!!!