Marthe Woertman Imagines

Protective

I had a bad feeling when I woke up this morning but still dragged myself out of bed to get to school. I didn't want Marthe to worry so while on our walk to school together I was quieter than usual but luckily she didn't question it probably brushing it off thinking I was just sleepy. When school ended I was about to exit the school and go home but the popular girl of the school was leaning against the gate as if waiting for someone. She looked up from her phone and spotted me and an evil grin spread across her face. My face had a look of fear on my face. I guess this is what the bad feeling was for, she's been known to gang up with some other bullies and beat people up recently. All the color in my face drained as she walked closer to me. I looked around trying to find a way to escape but didn't find one in time as I spot more bullies looking over. I felt helpless not knowing why or what was about to happen. You must be wondering how come Marthe wasn't here with me, walking me home. She had gotten detention for something this stupid popular girl got in trouble for but blamed it on Marthe. Marthe told me it would be a while and that she would see me back at home. Oh how I wished I decided to stay in the library and waited instead. As she got closer I started to take small steps backwards but eventually met someone else's body. I flinched back and looked over to see another bully behind me. "Wh..what do you w..want? I manage to stutter out. That got me an instant slap across my face, I held my cheek knowing it was red already "How dare you speak to me!" She said. I glare into her eyes not thinking about my consequences. That got me an even harder slap in the other side of my face I felt her nails break skin on my cheek. I put my hand up to my cheek and looking at my hand seeing blood. Tears were welling you in my eyes from the pain and fear. I left my head down looking at the ground. I heard her snap her fingers, next thing I knew the bully behind me roughly grabbed my arm and dragged me to a spot behind the school not many people went to. They walked so fast I almost fell multiple times. When we got to the destination they wanted I knew no one would witness this because no one comes here, there are no cameras either. The bullies gathered around me so I couldn't escape and the mean girl was at the corner just looking at me with that evil grin knowing she was going to ruin me. Before they began to beat me up she told me "Hey text your pretty little girlfriend that your going to the store, don't want her worrying, would we?" She said smirking. She looked at my phone while I texted Marthe. I don't even know why I complied maybe to avoid less damage? When the message was sent she took my phone and put it in my backpack and threw my bag to the corner. I almost fell to my knees when I felt the first punch to my stomach. I was hunched over clutching my stomach when one of them pulled my hair so my head would look up. I winced in pain I then get a punch in the face. You must be wondering why I wasn't fighting back, I'm not a fighter and ashamed I relayed on Marthe to protect me too much. My thoughts started to cloud my mind somehow convincing me this was my fault. I'm not strong enough, I can't fight for myself. Punch after punch I eventually collapsed to the floor bruising everywhere. I thought they were finally done but the mean girl squatted down beside me and scratched all down my arm making it bleed, she then walked away with the other bullies. I laid there for a while in pain. I looked up noticing the sun was going to set soon so I decided to get up from the ground. I struggled a lot because every time I moved all I felt was pain. I eventually managed to get up. I limped to my bag and took out my phone seeing a lot of panicked texts from Marthe. My thoughts still rang in my head so not wanting her to worry I replied saying sorry I didn't check my phone and I would be home soon. I limped all the way home. By the time I got home the blood on my face and arm had dried up, I was in so much pain I almost felt numb. When I finally got the door open and walked in I dropped my bag on the floor and hear Marthe's thundering footsteps running to the door towards me. "Baby! I was so worried...baby? WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED?!" She says as she reached the front door. I look at her with tears rolling down my face then my knees buckle and I was about to fall in the floor but felt two arms catch me just in time. Marthe held me trying not touch the parts that hurt but tight enough that she could comfort me. She immediately carried me bridal style to the couch and laid me down. She ran to our bathroom to grab the first aid kit and ran back to me. "Baby please tell me what happened? Who did this to you?" She pleaded. I opened my mouth about to answer all her questions but then though I don't want her getting into more trouble, she already had enough. "Don't worry about it..." I said even though I knew she wouldn't stop asking till I told her. "Was it that bitch?" She asked getting protective. I knew who she was referring to, I knew arguing with her wouldn't get me anywhere so I nodded defeated. "I'm gonna kill that bitch." Marthe said with angry look in her eyes. I put my hand on hers and when she looked at me her eyes soften I then said "Babe don't get yourself in more trouble please." I plead. "I wanna slap the bitch too but don't let her get the chance to get you in trouble again." I try to reason with her. She clenches her hand in anger but let it go with a sigh. "Can I use smaller gestures to get back at her?" Marthe asks trying to find loopholes. I sigh and say "Depends what it is." I knew Marthe wasn't just going to give up seeing my condition. I then move to sit up winching in pain, Marthe instantly helps me up. She then takes out the medication to clean my wounds. When she was done cleaning my cuts I looked at her with sadness in my eyes knowing I had to show her the bruises on my stomach. I never kept anything from her. She looked at me questioningly. I then pull my shirt up to reveal the bruises. She gasps in shock and her face turns to anger she stood up abruptly but I quickly grabbed her wrists so she wouldn't storm out that door right now and beat the shit out of that girl. In a few seconds Marthe let out a breath trying to ease her anger and defeated sat down next to me and held me protectively. I hugged her back just glad I'm in her arms again "I really need to learn some self defence." I mumble into her chest. "Don't worry I'll teach you, and also some fighting skills. Just in case." I nod into her chest and mumble out a "Thank you." She then kisses me on my forehead and says "I love you❤️" I move my head so I was looking into her eyes and smile saying "I love you too❤️."