You've always been a victim of bullying. You were teased in elementary school, your stuff was always stolen, you were pushed around, and kids were always just awful to you.

Justin knew about it when you were in elementary, he was only a few grades above you, and he happened to witness you being bullied one day. You didn't intend of telling him, it was embarrassing, and you didn't want to be a crybaby, especially to your older brother who was the strongest and toughest person you knew at the time. The fact you didn't tell him made him angry, he of course stopped them from hurting you and the whole walk home was him just ranting, telling you that you should've said something to him.

Justin was very protective of you, before he knew about it and especially after. He seen you as weak, you thought.

From there on out, he intimated most the kids that bullied you, you didn't know what he did but it was safe to say no one laid a hand on you again. You even got a few apologies. You still didn't have any friends though.

But then your parents made you move states. You were in middle school by then, and unfortunately, being the new kid sucked. You seemed to be a magnet for bullies, because within a few weeks of being at this new school you were already being bullied again by a group of boys that seemed to really enjoy making you miserable.

Now that it's been a few years, you're in high school. Justin is a junior. You managed you hide the torment you'd been facing, that you haven't told him about. But your bullies were feeling particularly cruel today & you got hurt.

You had scars and bruises you knew you wouldn't be able to blame on the cat, or PE, or bumping into the counter. As soon as you got home, you tried to walk past the living room where Jusin was sitting on the couch, but you were going suspiciously fast & Justin grabbed your arm, turning you to face him.

"Hey what-- jesus fucking christ, what happened to your face?" He asks in a mumble, "who did this? I'll slit the bastards throat."