(Hello my pets)

(This is the new story I was talking about)

(this story is to cheer me up)

(also for your your enjoyment)

(hopefully)

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Bubbles(Prologue)

Once upon a time I told tell my sisters everything.

Once upon a time I had flawless porcelain skin.

Once upon a time I was a virgin.

That all changed when HE changed.

Now I constantly lie to my sisters and keep secrets.

Now I have to use foundation all over my body to hide my bruises.

Now not only am I not a virgin but I didn't get to choose when or how I had my first time.

I'm not gonna pin all the blame on him though because I know what he's gone through. I know he's not always possessive and abusive and angry. I know that most of the time he's caring, sweet and calm. I love that part of him! I've seen his scars and heard his blood curdling cries! I know that he has been abused and is sometimes depressed! And I can't just leave him when he needs me most! He needs me to comfort him when memories of his past flood into his mind! Sometimes he'll call me in the middle of the night to come over to his place because he's had a horrible nightmare. In those moments he's weak and vulnerable and I would never forgive myself if I left him!

I need to be able to keep him calm. Do whatever he says. Even if it means having sex at any random time. When Brick gets angry at me, I know it is my fault and my fault only. I'm his girlfriend! I should be able to satisfy him enough to keep him happy! He only lashes out like that because he's stressed and insecure! He needs at least ONE thing in his life to be perfect and that should be ME! When he hits me, I take it like a Powerpuff. He has every right to. It's my fault he's mad.

Brick doesn't need everybody knowing how broken down he is. He's the leader of the Rowdyruff boys. He's supposed to be the strongest. If I told anyone, even my sisters, People would think that he's gone soft! Nobody would respect him anymore! What kind of girlfriend would I be if I did that?! That's why I haven't told my sisters. That's why I cover my bruises with foundation. That's why sometimes I have to FAKE my cheerful personality so that nobody suspects anything.

I love him but at the same time hate what he's become. (sigh) It's Complicated.

(I'm feeling better already)

(hope you liked reading this as much as i liked writing it)

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