Mila is a little girl living with her Uncle and Aunt. They abuse her if she does something wrong-

-Wait, wait, waittttt....Hold up....Let's start from the beginning...Maybe explain a bit more? Then we can go onto that part. Mhm...F*** YOU TO!! Anyways, readers, we are starting from the way beginning, way before this shitty entrance.- 

  Mila, a girl with long, black, wavy hair. Freckles, green eyes, and she is age 16 1/2. At the moment, Mila is living with her Aunt and Uncle due to recent events with her parents.
  When she goes to school, she hangs out with her girlfriend Amber. Amber has short, brown hair, blue eyes, and freckles. She is 17 years old. 
  Both Mila and Amber love each other with all their hearts. They would take a bullet for each other! It's hard though...Amber, is one of the people in the so-called 'bully group' who gets bullied for not bullying others. Let's see how this unfolds~

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/Ambers P.O.V/

  Another day...this day actually reminds me of the day Mila and I met. Funny how I forced into bullying kids. She was one of them. The guilt carrys on right? I walk towards the 'bully group' but then stop. This has gone off long enough! The group made me bully people otherwise they'd release my 'big' secret. Really though, the secret was that I'm a total wuss. That's right, a wuss. Cried in 8th grade because I had to share a presentation, thats where the group picked me up. After that they dropped me on the ground, picking on me, just so I could pick on others. They said I'd be popular, and everyone would think I would be cool. Another trick people play on me I guess. I mean...they weren't wrong about me being popular. But they were definitely wrong about me being cool. The group notices me standing in place, almost glaring at them. When I catch all their attention, I walk to Mila (who is sitting underneath a tree) and sit next to her. The group runs up to me and the leader grabs the collar of my shirt. I just smirk
"You know...your the one who taught me to be a bully...right?"
The guy just stares at me, waiting for me to keep going.
"I can easily knock you out"
The guy lets go of me, knowing he can't punch a girl with everyone around, because he wants his little 'girl crush' to notice him. Which is Mila? He likes Mila. This bitch is not. In any circumstance. Getting my girl. He. Needs. To. Know. That. 
I punch him square in the nose and he gets a nose bleed. Possibly a broken nose. Mila stands up and takes my arm. She sees I am angry and she rubs circles into my back and kisses my cheek gently. She always knows how to get me in a better mood.
He looks at us and then sees Mila. He hurries to the nurses' office.
After all the shit, I turn to face Mila, and she looks sad. Almost like she has no emotions.
"What's wrong babe?" I ask politely, and concerned
"Nothing. Just...stuff" She responds trying to avoid the topic
"You know you can tell me anything"
"It's difficult. You know that." She continues to avoid eye contact
"sorry..."
"It's ok. Maybe one day" She smiles making my stomach flutter 
"alright" I smile back