All About Love : Forth_beam

2.First F(S)ight.

Forth's pov.

Hi...

I'm Forth.. six years old.. I'm Fat.. short, ugly and all of my classmates hates me... Basically, to put it in simple words.. I'm an outcast... No one wants to be friends with me and nobody cares about me....

They always bully me.. Both verbally and physically...

My parents are busy doctors and they don't have enough time for me.. that's why they send me here so they can make money for my future...

That is what mom said when I complained to her that I didn't want to stay at the school dorm.

Mom once hug me and told me that, a young introvert like me will often feel that there is something wrong with himself, but as he gets older, grows more confident in who he is, he will adapt, he will begin to feel that there is something wrong with everyone else.

The students here at school are so mean. They make fun of me for my chubby appearance and it hurts me so much.

You should never make fun of something that a person can't change about themselves.

People who love themselves, don't hurt other people. The more we hate ourselves, the more we want others to suffer.

I was being hurt so many times and I even thought of taking my own life for so many time.

People try to say suicide is the most cowardly act a person could ever commit.

I don't think that's true at all. What's cowardly is treating a person so badly that he wants to commit suicide.

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I was sitting by myself at a table in the far corner of the cafeteria eating a sandwich, when Dean William came over and sat down next to me.

I expected him to steal my sandwich or slap me on top of my head and walk away like he usually did, but he just sat there staring.

Dean... My no.1 bully.. he hates my existence..

Dean was the scariest kid I'd ever seen. He had a crew cut and his face was covered with dark freckles. His nose was wide and flat and his teeth were crooked and chipped.

"If you want my sandwich, you can have them," I said softly, not looking at him, hoping this would make him leave me alone.

He kept smirking at me in his demented way, for what seemed like a very long time, then said, "I don't want your sandwich, fatty ass."

I continued eating my sandwich, ready for Dean to punch me or smack me. I was the fattest kid in school and I was used to getting picked on, especially by Dean.

But instead Dean said, "Today's the day, Fugly. I'm gonna beat you up so bad, your mama won't recognize you no more. You were being really smart at the maths class right..!! I'll make you shut up from now on.."

Other kids nearby heard Dean threatening me and a commotion started.

Soon the entire cafeteria was chanting, "Fight, fight, fight, fight, fight..."

The cafeteria supervisor, Mrs. Fah, came over and told Dean to leave me alone. I was trying not to cry, but finally I couldn't help it. When the tears came, all the kids started laughing at me.

I know that it's going to be a hell for me..

"After school," Dean said to me. "Get ready to die."

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The rest of the day, I couldn't stop staring at the clock above my teacher's desk. I wanted the hands of the clock to freeze, for three o'clock to never come.

I imagined it would be just like the time Dean beat up Seth. Seth was a big, tough, mean kid.

I'd watched the fight with everyone else after school, hoping to see Dean get beat up, but Dean knocked Seth down with one solid punch to the face and the fight was over.

I can still remember the cracking sound the punch made, like two rocks smashing together.

At ten to three, Our English teacher was finishing her lesson. I was in my usual seat in the front of the class, and Dean was sitting in the last row of the class, several rows behind of me.

I was hoping Dean would just forget about me, but at five to three he turned around in his chair and looked at me, smiling cruelly, showing me his fist.

Then when I was at my locker, putting on my jacket, Dean came over to me and whispered, "They're gonna have to put you in the hospital tonight, fatty ass."

I slowly backed away from him but he sensed my clumsy move and he acted fast.

Dean pushed me back quickly and then he launches himself at me with a roar, and I let him take his shot.

It's weak, like he is. Like all bullies really are. That's why they're bullies. Because they're insecure idiots who try to make themselves feel better.

I could feel the pain that rise in my face, soon Dean changed his area of attack and shifted to my stomach..

Each hit from him felt like thunder bolt. I could feel tick red liquid flowing from my face.. most probably my nose might have broken.

And it was then I finally felt like I was going to die.. one more punch from Dean, I'm completely sure that I'm dead.

I was waiting for my slow and painful death from Dean's hands.. but I couldn't feel anything..

I then heard a low grunt from Dean, making me open my tired eyes and what I saw made my lips curl in to a smile..

Dean was lying on the floor, clutching his stomach and groaning in pain. And in front of him stood a guy who was just as tall as me..

"Don't you ever dare to bully him again... If u dare touch his single strand of hair.. then I'll make sure you suffer the hell." The new guy threatened Dean, who was now crying badly.

Then the new guy turned towards me and I met up with a pair of most beautiful eyes..

He smiled at me, even though his eyes showed worry and concern.. He slowly helped me to sit, caring not to hurt my nearly broken body...

"I'm so sorry that I'm late.. I'm sorry for what happened to you.. but I promise that you would never have to suffer something like this ever again.. I'll protect you.." he said as he hugged me.

Even though I was crying, I was happy... this is the first time someone is treating me like I am a human being...

I wanted to thank him...
I wanted to return his hug...
I wanted to ask what his name is...
I wanted to ask him to be my friend...

I was about to talk to my savior... But then everything around me turned black...

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A/n:

Hey guys....

It's been a long time since I last updated...

I was in a kind of writers block.. I had the ideas and plots in my head.. but it was very difficult to write it down.. I couldn't find appropriate words to express my thoughts..

May be I'm still traumatized.. from what happened last month.. which made me doubt my ability as a writer...

I'm trying to gather myself up.. hope you guys will be patient with my lack of frequent updates...

Once again.. I'm sorry...

And thank u for all your supports...

Enjoy Reading..!!

❤️Gbk ❤️