My Bully's Love

"Ella, hurry up or you're going to be late for school!" This is the second time my mother has yelled upstairs for me, but I just sit here, on the edge of my bed, staring at the wall.

I tell myself that it's going to be a good day, but who am I kidding? I haven't had a good day at school in two years. Only six more months left of my senior year, and then it will be all over. I'm not sure how I feel about it yet, and that's the most messed up part. I'm eighteen years old, about to graduate high school, and I have a full scholarship to pretty much any college I want to go.

My name is Ella Baxter and I'm a nerd who has no friends, I never break any rules, and I have a deep need to please everyone, but myself. I haven't always been this way, but circumstances bring on change, and for me, it was not for the better. I used to have a lot of friends; two of them being my best friends, Amy and Bree. We were inseparable throughout middle school and junior high. It wasn't until the beginning of sophomore year when I had to distance myself from everyone in my life except for my family.

"Honey! Are you coming down or not?" Once again, my mother's voice reaches me. Sighing, I reach down, grabbing my backpack, and head down before mom has a coronary.

I paste a smile on my face as I round the corner to the kitchen, where my younger sister and brother sit with a bowl of cereal. Eli, my nine-year-old brother has his bowl tipped back as he slurps the milk out. Meanwhile, my fifteen-year-old sister, Elise, is dripping milk on the table every time she spoons the cereal into her mouth because her eyes are glue to her cellphone. This is an everyday occurrence in the Baxter household.

I roll my eyes and lean down, giving my dad a kiss on his cheek, "Good morning, daddy."

"Morning, sweetie, did you oversleep again?" His concern for my wellbeing is written all over his face. I've always been his little girl, and it shows in the way he babies me over everything. I don't complain though, because I need all the love and attention that I can get these days.

"No, daddy." I don't add anything else, but I do smile at him. I could have lied and made something up, but again, I'm a goodie goodie; I would never lie to my parents. He only hesitates a moment before going back to his newspaper.

Taking my seat beside my dad, my mother sets my two slices of peanut butter toast and a banana down in front of me. Unlike my siblings, I'm not a fan of cold cereal. I prefer something more substantial in my stomach before starting a grueling day at school.

"This is the third day in a row that I had to holler for you to come down more than once, Ella," Mom takes her place across from me, on my father's other side, as she sips her black coffee, "Please don't make it a habit, my throat is starting to hurt."

My father chuckles behind his paper, earning himself a slap on the arm from his wife, "Behave, Ethan!"

I've been around my parents enough to know how they are. They are both in their early forties, and still have their good looks. Unfortunately, they also still have a high sex drive, so I can only imagine what my dad's chuckle was insinuating. Being around them every day, you get used to it. Besides, I think it's so cute that, even after all these years, they are still madly in love with one another. I hope I find a love like theirs in my lifetime.

"Oh! Before I forget," Mom turns back to me, "I have a PTA meeting at Eli's school this evening. I'll have a casserole in the oven but will need you to make sure your brother and sister eat."

"Sure, no problem." My mom is always volunteering here and there, and she is the head of the PTA, so she is always busy with that. "Will you be home for supper, dad?"

"I'm not sure, honey. I have a meeting with a client, and it may run late. Just put a plate in the warmer for me if I don't make it in time." I nod. My dad is a partner at his Law Firm, so it's no surprise when he doesn't make it home on time. Sometimes my mom will bring dinner to him and his client if the meeting runs over.

Finishing up the last of my breakfast, I take my plate to the dishwasher and then scoop my bag up, "The train is leaving!" I call out to Eli and Elise. Driving them to school every morning is our little morning ritual. It's the only time that we get with each other these days. Elise is always busy with her friends, now that she's a freshman, and Eli locks himself in his room and plays video games all evening.

As soon as we get into the car, Elise cranks up the radio, and our morning karaoke session begins. Ed Sheeran's song, Shivers, my sister's favorite song, is playing, and she squeals. She starts to dance as she belts out the words, and I can't help but to laugh as I watch her strawberry blonde curls bounce around. Her blue eyes sparkle when they find mine, and she gives me a big smile. Unlike some sisters, we actually get along very well, but it's times like this that I envy her innocence. I hope she never has to experience a day of what my life is like, because I'm afraid it may break her.

The second bell that starts the first class of the day is about to ring as I slam my locker closed. With my laptop bag slung across my body, I quickly make my way to my first class before anybody can stop me. Mr. Miller, our math teacher, sits at his desk, shuffling through papers while we all file into the room. I breathe a sigh of relief once my butt touches my chair, knowing that for the next ninety minutes, I'll have some semblance of peace.

Unfortunately, Mr. Miller had us working on our next assignment, which kept me busy through the whole class, and before I know it, the bell rings. Packing my laptop away, I turn to leave and accidentally bump into someone, I curse under my breath when I see who it is.

"Watch where you're going, nerd!" Kaylee Simpson glares at me as though I had done it on purpose.

"I'm really sorry, Kaylee, it was an accident."

"I'm really sorry, Kaylee, it was an accident." She mimics and then shoves past me, "How about you accidentally jump off a bridge?" Her friend, Callie, snickers at her lame attempt to insult me as they walk out.

Bumping into the captain of the school's dance team first thing in the morning pretty much tells me exactly what kind of day I'm going to have. Kaylee doesn't even know why she hates me so much. We used to be acquaintances, not really running in the same crowd, but still talking between classes and outside of school. Now she treats me like the dirt under her feet. Like everybody else, she dropped me like last season's fashion line two years ago. One Friday night we were talking at a friend's party, and then come Monday morning, Kaylee and most of the senior class started to ignore me. It had only taken about a week, and then the rest of the school abandoned me as well. That's when it all started; it's when Jace Palmer decided to make my life hell.

As next door neighbors, Jace and I grew up playing together. Our parents are very good friends and were always bringing our families together for summer barbeques, holidays, birthdays, anything.you name it.our families celebrated together. Jace knows everything about me, and I, him, since we were best friends; wherever Jace was, I was right there with him. That is until we entered our sophomore year in high school. It was as though he had developed amnesia and didn't remember that we were best friends.

I remember as if it were only yesterday. It was the third Friday after the school year had started, and we had hung with a group of friends after school let out for the weekend. We were excited and talking about the party we were all going to that night. As always, Jace had driven us over to the party. I was having a good time even though I wasn't drinking any of the alcohol that was available to us, but Jace was. Not that it was unusual for him to be drinking, because I was always the DD for him afterwards.

At one point, I spotted Jace standing in a corner talking to some girl named Madison, that had just moved to town. Her and her brother were fraternal twins, but complete opposites. Her brother, Mason, was more on the wild side, and a bit cocky, whereas she was more reserved. It looked like Jace was enjoying the conversation, so I wandered around, stopping a few times to chit chat. When Mason had stopped me, he handed me a bottle of water, and I remember thinking to myself that it was very kind of him to notice that I wasn't drinking.

The night went on, and Mason stuck to my side, flirting with me the whole time. Kaylee had come over, and we talked for a good thirty minutes before she moved on to talk to others. When I looked around the room, Jace was nowhere to be seen. The party was slowly dwindling down when Mason asked if I needed a ride home. I had thanked him and told him that Jace was my ride, but then he informed me that Jace already left the party with his sister. That hadn't sat well with me, because it wasn't like him to just up and leave without telling me.

I began searching the house for him, because I just couldn't believe that he had left me stranded. When I couldn't find him, I looked outside for his car, but it was gone, the spot where he parked was empty. I tried calling his cell phone, but it kept going straight to voicemail. I was officially pissed off with my best friend, and he was going to get an earful when I talked to him the next day. I had no choice but to take Mason up on his offer to drive me home.

After giving Mason my address, I buckled myself into the passenger seat and tried texting Jace, but he never replied back. Messaging him on social media had the same outcome, although, with those messages, I could see that he was reading them, but ignoring me completely. I started to become worried, and when I lifted my head to say something to Mason about Jace ignoring me, I noticed that he wasn't heading to my house. Instead, he was pulling into a secluded area where teenagers go to make-out or just get laid.

There were a few other cars in the clearing as we pulled in and he parked his car. I had tried to tell him that I wanted to go home, that I didn't want to be there with him. He tried to sweet talk me into staying, and eventually told me that he would only take me home if I gave him a kiss. What's one little kiss going to do, right? I gave in and leaned over to give him a quick kiss, but he grabbed me and hauled me over the middle counsel, and crashed his mouth against mine.

I started to object when he took the opportunity to shove his tongue into my mouth. He was stealing the kind of kiss that I was saving for someone special. My fists started pounding against his chest, trying to get him to stop. With all of my thrashing around, I somehow got him between the legs with one of my limbs, causing him to grunt and pull back. Climbing back to the passenger side, I had demanded that he take me back home right away. After glaring at me for a moment, and then a few curse words, he started his car, and took me home.

When we pulled up in front of my house, I could see that Jace's bedroom light was on. I grabbed the door handle and went to open it, but Mason locked it before I was able to. He tried apologizing for his actions, explaining that he really liked me and wanted me to give him a chance. It wasn't until I agreed to think about it, that he unlocked the door so I could get out. I was trying to hurry because I wanted to try calling Jace again, but then I notice that his bedroom light was now off, and flooded in darkness. Sighing, I went inside and went to bed myself. I never did get to talk to Jace the next day, or the day after that, and by the end of my first class on Monday morning, I was officially ostracized.

I spend my school days trying to avoid Jace. Luckily, I only have one class with him, and that is last period Study Hall. Most of the time I skip it because I'm so far ahead in my schoolwork that the teachers don't bother me about leaving. Today was like any other day, I quickly make my way through the halls, avoiding the areas that I know Jace tends to be in. Sometimes I get lucky and make it, and sometimes I don't.

Watching where I'm going, while zigzagging through the halls, and staying aware of my surroundings, I suddenly feel a tight grip around my arm. I'm yanked into the now empty Art room, and tossed against the wall. The lock clicks, and then I'm staring into a pair of green eyes as the person turns my way. Jace has a smirk on his face as he looks me up and down. He normally slams me against lockers, trips me, and even steals my things, tossing them around with his friends, playing keep-away, like they were kids. This is a new low for him, though.

"What do you want, Jace?" I tried to sound annoyed, but then my voice cracks at the end, giving me away.

"Where have you been hiding all day, Ella?" He crosses his arms in front of his chest and looks down at me. I stand about eight inches shorter than him, so I'm always having to look up.

I roll my eyes at him, "I wasn't hiding. I just want to get to my classes on time."

Next thing I know, Jace's broad chest is right in front of my face, "Did you just fucking roll your eyes at me?" He sneers down at me, making my heart start to race.

Damn, I should have known better than to give him an eyeroll! He warned me last time what would happen, but would he really do it? I glance around the room, trying to find another way that I could possibly escape, and that's when I see his two best friends standing only a few feet away, wearing identical smirks. Toby and Brandon are two of the school's popular guys, and two of the biggest jerks as well. Jace started hanging with them shortly after he dumped me; what he sees in them, I will never understand. Now, he has become one of them.

"I'm sorry, Jace. I didn't mean to." I dip my head when I see him bring his arm up, thinking he's going to strike me. Instead, he grabs my nape and walks me over to the nearest desk.

"I told you that you would be punished if you ever rolled your eyes at me, didn't I?" He bends me over the desk until my cheek is pressed down against it, "Answer me, Ella. Did I not warn you?"

"Y-Yes, you did Jace, but."

"No buts, Ella. If I don't keep my word than you will never obey me." He motions for his two friends to come closer, "Hold her arms, and make sure she stays in place."

"Please, Jace.you don't have to do this!" I beg, "I promise to obey you from now on.I swear!"

His hand comes down to caress my hair, "Oh Ella, I know you will obey me, because I'm going to show you what happens when naughty girls don't listen." His voice is calm as he speaks to me, but then he shoves my head into the desk even more as he moves away to stand behind me.

I can't see or hear what Jace is doing behind me, but I can see Toby, who is holding my left arm and shoulder down, nod at whatever his friend is communicating to him. A tear drips from my right eye as I remain bent in this humiliating position while I wait for him to begin. I'm not sure how much it's going to hurt, but I do know that it isn't going to feel good either.

I feel the sting of his hand before I even realize it was coming down. I go up on my toes to try and get away from him, but a hand presses into my lower back, keeping me from moving. The spot where is hand met my backside burns already, and that was only the first one.

"Count them out, Ella." Jace commands, but I'm still too stunned to say anything. My head gets jerked back by my hair, and he leans in so close to my face that I can see the little golden flecks within the green of his eyes. Something passes as our eyes meet, but it was less than a second, and his eyes harden once more, "I said count!"

"O-One."

He holds onto my hair for a few seconds longer before going back behind me. Bringing his hand down once more, I make sure I count each one. I falter on the fifth one because it was harder than the rest, but I quickly call it out. By the tenth smack, my butt is on fire and tingling, as numbness threatens to take over.

"Why Jace? Why do you hate me so much?" Tears are now falling down full force as I ask the one question that I have never gotten an answer to, "WHY?" I scream when he ignores me and brings his hand down once more.

"I don't answer to you, Ella," His breathing is heavy from spanking me so hard, "Just know that you did this, all by yourself!" His hand comes down in rapid succession, taking whatever aggression he has, out on my poor backside. When I start to scream, a hand covers my mouth, muffling the sound.

All of a sudden, everything stops, and I'm released, but I don't move; I can't move. I hear the click of the lock, and then the door closes. Still, I don't move. I feel the burn that his hand left behind, but there is something else I feel as well. I don't understand why I'm feeling this way after he did what he did. It feels both wrong and good at the same time. Is it normal to feel tingles deep inside? I now feel a need that I've only felt a couple of times before; a need that I have had to take care of myself.

A moan slips from my lips as I go to stand, which turns into a grunt when my punished backside bumps up against something. Whipping my head around, Jace is still standing behind me. I can't read his face, and at this moment, I don't want to. I just want to go home and hide under my covers until I no longer feel the humiliation that Jace and his friends just put me through. I don't want to be punished again, though, so I ask before I just leave.

"May I go now?" I can't find it in me to look up at his face any longer, so I bow my head.

"No, I'm not done with you yet, Ella." His voice is calm now, even though there isn't an ounce of emotion to it, "Unbutton your shorts and bend over the desk again."

His words catch my attention, and my head whips up, "W-What?"

"You heard me, Ella. I'm not going to say it again."

"But you can't."

He cuts me off with a grunt, "You obviously haven't learned your lesson! Maybe a few more handprints will do the trick." He spins me back around and pushes between my shoulder blades until my chest is flat on the desk, "Don't fucking move until I say!"

The way he orders me to stay scares the crap out of me, so I decide to obey, even though I'm freaking out at what he's going to do, "Please, don't do this, Jace! I'm sorry.whatever I did in the past, I'm so sorry!" I can't stop the tears from flowing once more.

I cry out when he yanks my jean shorts down just past my cheeks. Cool air from the air conditioner makes me break out in goosebumps, but it also feels good on my heated backside. I can hear Jace hunting for something in his bag just before I hear the sound of a cap popping open. My eyes widen with what I believe he is getting ready to do, and I try jumping up, but he's there to block me.

"You really don't listen, do you? I. Said. Don't. Fucking. Move!" He shoves me back down, and this time, he keeps his hand between my shoulder blades. I feel a cold substance dribble on each cheek, "I shouldn't even be doing this, "He starts to rub whatever he dripped on me, into my skin, helping to take the heat away, "but I got you good. Next time, obey me, and it will never be this bad."

His hands feel good as they massage the gel-like substance into my skin. He's being very careful as he switches back and forth from cheek to cheek. His hand then goes lower to where my sit spot is and keeps massaging. I don't even think about what he may be able to see, all I can concentrate on is the feel of his big hands on me. I think I may have moaned, because he pauses a moment before I feel his fingers opening my cheeks.