Being thrown away in the garbage in a dark alleyway in London when she was only a baby, she should have died that day... But she didn't.. instead, a man saved her. He brought her in and saved her, fed her, bathed her, raised her and more importantly...
"I feel so attacked". Milo gasped putting a hand over his heart dramatically. "well I feel scarred for life". I said while pinching my nose trying my best to not smell the nastiness. The boys all laughed and Milo grumbled things under his breath as we all made him put socks on. "this has to count as bullying". Was the only thing I heard him say which made me roll my eyes. "No what is bullying Is smelling that". I said while pointing to his feet. "Your mean sis". He narrowed his eyes at me. "Yeah, but what can I say I just love to tease my little stinky pinkie". I teased pinching his cheeks while giggling. "I am not little". Was all he said which makes us all burst into laughter.
After much protest from Milo and Bruno, I chose to watch the bee movie. Another childhood favourite of mine. It always reminded me of da-Johns nickname for me. "Hey, piccolo". I turned to Alex expecting him to ask if we can change the movie. "I was going to ask this back at the clinic but-how did you get those stitches"? I felt the rest of the boys tense up and stared at me intensely. He was talking about the deep large gash on my stomach that I stitched up myself after Margaret stabbed me. "I stitched it". I said bluntly not looking at Alex or the others but just focussing on the screen. "How did you learn how to do that? And... how did you get it"? I sighed heavily and shifted uncomfortably with my arm in my sling. "well to answer your first question you learn how to take care after yourself after a while and I read books. But for your second question, she stabbed me". I shrugged not caring anymore about hiding anything. I didn't have to say who or how they seemed to understand as their eyes grew impossibly darker flowing into the darkest colour you would see in the deepest darkest coldest seas. Alex or the others didn't say anything after that and we just enjoyed the movie. Well, I enjoyed the movie...I am not sure about the others.
"dad! DAD! DADDY"! I screamed as I entered the house with large tear streams falling down my face. Dad rushed out of the kitchen frantically going over to me. his face paled and his eyes darkened when he saw my now black eye. He kneeled down the ground and pulled me into a big mother bear hug. "oh my poor baby girl". He whispered with sadness. He pulled out and held me sternly with his hands on my shoulders. "what happened". A loud ball formed in my throat and I choked out a large sob. "Mandy and her friends. I-I did what you said and just ignored her and was the bwigger person. B-but she punched me". The last bit came more like a cry. I had struggled with bullying for a while. They always pick on me because apparently my clothes are nice enough and that I was 'poor'. But I didn't think 7 years old worried about but apparently they did. Because every day she picks on me because of my 'real parents', looks, finance, house and grades. Mandy is horrible. She rips and tears my homework and teases me as well as pushes me anytime she gets.
"That's it". dad growls I stare at him wide-eyed. "I am talking to the principles those bloody brats will not get away with hurting my bumble bee". He spits making me surprised by his tone and words. dad is always so calm and always cracking jokes. It's not very often you catch him being remotely serious let alone angry. But now he looks enraged and ready to set fire in hell. "But dad you promised". I glared at him the best I could narrowing my chocolate eyes to his light blue ones. He sighed heavily and kissed the top of my head. "I know baby, but this has gone to far. I will not stand and watch not doing anything while my little girl is getting hurt". Tears dwell up in my eyes and I form a large pout my bottom lip quivering. "oh baby". He muttered sadly picking me up as he stands up. "You used a bad word". I mumbled not really caring but feeling a need to say it. he chuckles and kisses my forehead. "oh gosh I love you bumble bee, never change". He orders me his voice hard and stern. I giggle and poke my tongue at him cheekily. "Oh god, you will be the death of me". he whines throwing me into the air earing a loud squeal and giggles from me.
He smiles at me then holds me as if he was carrying a baby. "now that is the smile I love to see on my little bumblebee". I smile warmly at him and he kisses my nose. "how about I make you some bumblebee pancakes and we practice some new sheet music". I clap my hands excitedly which earns him laugh warm-heartedly. "never grow up". He orders me. which is an order that he 'gives' me every day. Which I find odd as It is unavoidable. But nothing less I agree to make him happy. I love my dad to bits I wouldn't trade him for anything in this world. He is able to make me forget about all my worries and fears in an instant. Like he has some sort of superpower or something. He is the only person in this world who can me laugh and smile even on the gloomiest and darkest days. And I love him unconditionally for that. I don't know what I would possibly do without him.
For he is my rock and I am his sun.
For that was his words.
a/n; hello just wanted to say a big fat thank you for everyone who is reading my story! I just want to say sorry for any errors you may or have come across as some of it is unedited and I am no way a professional author as I am just in high school :)!
so thank you!!! and I honestly love hearing all of your comments it makes my day. I love you all!
btw just a quick question. what do you guys honestly think about the new cover or do you prefer the old one?
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