Trigger warning: bullying, swearing, and minor violence
~~~~~~~~Ethan's POV~~~~~~~
Despite the fact that I really don't wanna do anything but play, Daddy's been doing good at getting me to attend classes. It's near the end of the day as another student, Thomas and I stay back to help our professor move some stuff around as he'd caught the both of us kind of spaced out during the lesson. Thomas seems like the same kind of jerk that the guys at my highschool were, so throughout helping I don't even bother trying to strike up a conversation with him. After the professor leaves, as I'm raising my arms on my tippy toes to reach something on the top shelf of the bookcase in the back I hear something that makes my heart stop.
"The hell is that you're wearing?" Thomas says, rushing over to me.
"I-I don't know wh-what are you talking about" I say, trying to play it off as him seeing things.
"Like hell you don't!" he says, pulling up my shirt, seeing my diaper poking out around the waist of my pants. "Oh my God, is that a diaper!? What are you, a baby?" He laughs.
"H-hey! Th-that's not very n-nice. You shouldn't make fun of people with d-disabilities" I say, shaking in anger and fear.
"Aww, what's the matter? Baby gonna cry? Oh everyone's gonna LOVE this!" He says, taking a picture of the diaper poking out as I try and get away and pull my shirt down. "Just wait till everyone sees this!"
"S-s-stop! Don't!" I scream, trying to grab the phone from him to no avail. He's not really all that much bigger than me, nowhere near as much as Marcus, but the difference is enough to make trying to get the phone from him impossible.
"What's going on here?" I hear a familiar voice from the doorway. There in the door stood Marcus, looking puzzled.
"Jones! Get this, this pathetic little twerp is wearing a freaking diaper! I just got a picture of it. Just wait till the whole campus finds out!" Thomas says, holding out his phone as I break free.
"Really!? Oh hell, let me see!" he says, shocking me, making my heart sink.
Thomas hands him the phone so he can look at the picture. "Huh, that's odd, I don't see a picture of a diaper in here" Marcus says as he makes a few taps on the screen.
"Hey, what do you think you're doing!?" Thomas yells, trying to grab the phone from Marcus much like I had with a similar result, Marcus standing a foot taller than him as he deletes the picture of me from Thomas's phone. "You asshole, give me back my phone!"
"You want it back? Okay" Marcus says, dropping the phone from as high as he could, a sickening crunch ringing through the classroom as the phone hits the floor.
"You asshole! You just broke my phone!" Thomas yells as he examines the now cracked screen.
As I look over at Marcus I see a look on his face that frightens me. From the moment I met him, Marcus has been the sweetest, most loving and gentle person I've ever met. The look on his face gave me flashbacks to my father, but thankfully this rage wasn't directed at me. Marcus grabs Thomas's shirt, lifting him onto his toes.
"Listen here and listen very, VERY clearly. If what you saw leaves this room...if ANYONE hears about Ethan's problem from you...that phone won't be the only thing I break, capiche?" Marcus says, staring Thomas in the eyes. "I said, capiche?"
"Y-y-yeah, o-okay" Thomas says defensively, shaking in fear as Marcus lets go of his shirt. As soon as he's free Thomas grabs his bag off his desk and bolts out the door.
As soon as the coast is clear, Marcus turns to me, the look on his face having completely changed to that of a soft, loving expression. "Baby boy, are you okay? Did he hurt you?" He asks me, making the tears fall down my face.
"D-daddy" I whisper as I run into his arms, crying from the scary encounter and from pure joy at having him defend me like he did.
"Shhhh shhhh shhhh, it's okay baby, Daddy's here. Everything's okay now. How about we get back to the dorm so you can play, huh?" He says as he rubs my back to calm me down as I nuzzle into his chest, giving a little nod.
He takes my hand, leading me all the way back to the dorm and inside where he gets me changed and lays out my toys for me to play with. I love my daddy.