Someone reviewed and said my entire first chapter was a giant wall of text. Ok everyone, I don't know WHAT happened, because I SWEAR when I typed it I did paragraphs. Fanfiction glitched out on me and made it a block. I fixed it though, you're welcome.
He also told me I shouldn't skip so much ahead into the story. Well, I don't know what to tell you, except that this is just that kind of story.
Lastly, he said that the RRBs being rapists have never been done. Thank you!
Ok, go subscribe to me at AGLovePug, and enjoy the story!
It was about 2 months later since the big three way rape and abuse scene, and the good news was none of the boys had come near her since that night.
Blossom and Bubbles had only ended up with slight bruises and the only big thing was that Blossom had cuts that looked like the marks of war all down her back from what Brick did.
Buttercup however suffered from minor loss of hearing and a thick black eye, not to mention she didn't trust anyone except her sisters who walked near her.
It was about 7 AM when Buttercup woke up, but she wasn't feeling well. She ran to the bathroom and threw up.
This had been going on for about 4 weeks now, and Buttercup was beginning to get concerned, because she also had skipped her period those last two months.
Bad thoughts suddenly floated to her head. 'What if that night the boys… No I couldn't possibly be… Could I?' She had to find out!
She remembered finding some tests under the sink about a year ago probably from one of the older kids or an administrator, so maybe they were still there!
She opened the sink drawer to find a couple of little sticks in white packaging that said PINK IS POSITIVE. The directions said that if the stick turned blue it was negative, but if it was pink it was, well, you know…
Buttercup couldn't believe she actually had to do this, but then again these past years have been total hell for her.
She took the test and patiently waited for it to turn colors, her heartbeat going she guessed 40 per second.
Finally after about 10 minutes the test was done. Buttercup was shaking and sweating as she slowly lifted stick up. It revealed a nice shade of… PINK.
Her face turned white, and she suddenly felt sick. She was pregnant? What was she gonna do? Would she tell anyone? What would happen in nine months when she needed to deliver but would be stuck here?
She walked out of the bathroom clutching her stomach with all these thoughts flooding her brain. A younger girl came up to her asking to play, but she paid no notice.
Buttercup lied down on a little cot in the room, thinking. She didn't have anyone to tell, her sisters were slowly starting to fade away from her.
The worst part was she didn't know whose it was.
After hours of thinking she decided that this baby doesn't deserve to be killed, and nothing was its fault, so she was going to keep it.
She was going to be a good mom, she'd love it, feed it, nurture it; and in about 2-3 years when she turns 18, then she'll get out of this orphanage and raise her baby in a nice apartment, and pay a sitter to watch it while she's at work.
Buttercup had big plans for this baby. Every step gradually became a smile on her face as she rested her head on her stomach.
Soon after she heard a bell ringing. "Lunch time," someone yelled.
Buttercup then realized how hungry she was and skipped off towards the dining table, but this time she wore a smile on her face.
But little did she know, darkness lurked around the corner.
Butch, Brick, and Boomer blocked her on her way. They didn't look happy.
Boomer threw a white stick at her. "We found this in the trash can in the bathroom."
Buttercup gulped.
Butch was red with fury. "YOU'RE PREGNANT?! YOU LITTLE WHORE WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU?! HOW MANY GUYS DID YOU HAVE TO GO AND SLEEP WITH TO GET THAT THING IN YOU?!"
Buttercup had tears rolling down her face. "I don't know whose it is! It could be any of yours really!"
Now Brick was beginning to lose his temper. "How DARE you blame this on US?! We don't know who you've been ###### to get that mistake! Hell! You probably slept with every single guy in this ####### prison hole!"
Buttercup put her arms around her stomach, almost protecting it. "Of course I'm gonna blame you guys! Butch is the one who's been violently raping me for the past year and a half, and just two months ago it was the other two who joined in! Plus my baby is not a mistake! I plan on keeping it and-"
"Oh you are not keeping it!" Brick started getting real close to her and breathing steam.
Buttercup suddenly became very white. "Wha-what do you mean by that?"
It only took three seconds for Buttercup to find herself thrown against a wall by Brick.
Butch once again was in charge of holding her down while the other two had at it.
Boomer and Brick were repeatedly beating in her stomach and sides to a point where all the wind was knocked out of her and she was bent on her knees.
Butch, not needing to hold her down anymore went with punching her head until her ears bled and her good eye was now black.
After one final punch from Brick, she felt her stomach drop. When she looked down, she saw a pool of blood coming out her skirt.
A single tear trickled down her cheek as she felt she couldn't breathe.
But the boys weren't done there. Butch delivered one final roundhouse kick up her skirt to finish the job.
As the boys walked away, Buttercup just sat there against the wall in a sad shock, surrounded by a pool of her own miscarriage blood.
She knew her baby was long gone and dead, with no hope in the world. She could tell by the blood soaking her skirt and blouse and the hardwood floor.
There was no point in hurting herself with a dead fetus inside her forever. She knew what she had to do.
With puffy black eyes she made her way over to one of the tiny closet cupboards where they hung the uniforms by metal hangers. Buttercup took one into the bathroom.
It took about ten minutes for her to unravel it all the way after taking off her blood soaked clothes and stepping into the shower.
Buttercup closed her eyes and positioned the metal wire between her legs, silently praying God to forgive her.
The sharp end went in first.
Her screams were loud but brief, but of course no one could hear her over the locked door and the sound of lunch still being served.
The wire was shoved deeper and deeper inside of her, twisting it slowly as she went along.
Out was pulled a tiny fetus, no bigger than her thumb. She threw the metal hook into the trash and washed the blood and baby down the drain.
Buttercup then put on the new dress she got attached to the hanger in the cupboard, and went to lie on a cot where most of the kids were returning from their meal.
Her eyes drifted over to her sisters, who were over in their usual corner, not saying anything. They both had a couple tiny red slashes on their wrists.
'I never even got to meet my baby, never mind tell my sisters.' Buttercup thought.
For the next couple of months she just passed off the constant blood flow as an overdue period, as not to worry anyone.
The boys still hadn't touched her much, just gave her the evil eye and some dirty looks now and then.
Still, every night, she cried herself to sleep, always realizing the exact hell hole of a life she really had.
This is my longest chapter of the story! :)! The next chapter is going to be the last one. Review please if you want it fast! Thi has GOT to be my darkest chapter to be, so hope you creeps enjoyed! Lol.