Billionaire's Childhood Love

I. Hay Bug&Joshie Pooh

Hailey's POV:

"Fatty fatty, Hailey is a fatty," they sing while circling me and pointing their fingers.

I couldn't help but sit on the cement ground while curling myself into a ball, fighting the urge to cry. "I'm not fat," I bit on my lower lip. I don't understand why they only pick on me. I barely even talk to them or cause any trouble. Mom and dad said I'm a good girl.

They start to laugh, a sound that's filled with joy but made me feel even emptier inside. They made oinking sounds. Of course, they would, I am fat. I'm only eight, but I weigh double the average pounds for a girl my age. Mom said it's baby fat, and when I hit puberty or something, I would lose it.

One of the boys kicked me, then stuck his tongue out. He put the finger on his nose and stuck it up, making a snorting sound causing everyone to laugh louder. I continue to cry, a loud wailing one, and I inhaled through my stuffy nose. I cover my ears, rocking myself back and forth. "Please, stop."

"Get away from her!" a voice shouts, and they stop circling me. I continue rocking myself, attempting to find some comfort. I want to go home and sit on my dad's lap while watching the Umbrella Academy together. Mom said it's a bad show, but I like it.

He stands there, carrying his giant karate gear bag, still in his white uniform. His face is red, powdering with anger as his fist tightens. He stomps towards me and helps me get up. He glances down, noticing the bruises around my trembling body. I slip behind him, an action I always do, grabbing onto his rough clothes, burying myself in his arms.

"Who-" his voice sounds rough, yet somehow still high pitch. "Who hurt Hailey?" He questions while all the kids look down at the ground, kicking their feet back and forth. "I told you to stop hurting my girl!"

I stifle a cry feeling his hands rubbing on my back. "It's okay, Hay Bug. I'm here; no one will hurt you," his voice softens.

"Why are you defending her, Josh? She is fat and ugly!" the pretty girl of my class shouts, stomping her awesome light up shoes. I understand why she would be mean to me; after all, I stole her shoes once. I'm not proud of my actions.

Josh drops his gear, menacing eyes glaring at her. "What did you call her?" I hold onto his rough clothing and shake my head. "Hailey." I continue shaking my head. Josh inhales a deep breath, "Leave and don't hurt Hailey anymore, last warning," he said, and all the kids scatter off.

The prettiest girl looks at me and stomps again to show off her cool light up shoes. I fight the urge to take it off her feet and run.

Maybe, they aren't bullying me because I'm ugly.

Josh turns towards me while his face softens. "Are you okay, Hay Bug?"

I smile and nod. "I'm okay, Joshie Pooh."

He releases a deep breath then grabs the first aid kit from his bag. Josh is like a mom sometimes; I mean, which kid carries a first aid kit? We walked towards the grass and sat down. "They are all going to pay," he grumbles, treating my wounds.

I shake my head. "They are right," I said, causing his face to change like he smells something yucky.

I push up my glasses. "I'm fat and ugly, Joshie Pooh," I pout, not understanding why Josh still hangs out with me.