You have always been bullied for being poor, and not being able to afford a lot. You were verbally abused, humiliated, and occasionally hit. Cullen, the rich boy, was always there as well, though he didnt hit or say something to you. He was just…there.

Today was like any other day, you were getting bullied for being poor, and Cullen was just standing there. Once everyone left, Cullen held out his hand to help you up.

“…you okay?” he asked softly, wiping hair out of your eyes.