Blossom POV

So that's how he thought of me. As a delusional maid. A fan service. Nobody important. Anyone who could've said this wouldn't even make me rolle my eyes, I couldn't care less at all. But hearing it from him...it doesn't make me sad. It doesn't make me wanna cry like it's supposed to. It doesn't even make me bite my lip and fight back all the regreting of what I said back there. None of it. I thought that hearing those words would actually make me so sad I wouldn't be able to walk. But I'm walking. All alone. Even in all this darkness with my work shops uniform, I feel no sadness or regret. Not one tear fell down since I said those words.

The street was dark. The only light I could get came from the passing traffic. All those changing lights from flashing yellow to white felt like I was in some sort of club. Sometimes a car with tuned music would pass by. I guess it did feel like I was in a disco. Especially when those cars would pass when I'm near the crowded bus station.

Once again, for no special reason, I rehearsed Butch's words back in my head. Every last word he said. How stupid of me...I thought he spoke of another girl. I felt sorry for her. Now I feel sorry for myself...but at the same time, I can't cry. I'd like to. I want to express my feelings through tears...but I'm not.

She's so old fashioned. She's like my grandma stuck in a body of a eighteen year old.

She's just a little maid to me.

Blossom is nothing to me.

I felt sorry for all those years wasted on him. I felt sorry for always putting my needs on the back. Instead of hating him...I'm hating myself more. But I can't cry...I want to. I want to scold myself with tears for being such a delusional girl stuck in a fairy tale. Instead of crying my eyes out...I just...I want to...

I WANT TO MAKE THAT SON OF A BITCH PAY FOR ALL THOSE ROTTEN WORDS HE SPOKE ABOUT ME!

I SWEAR TO DEAR LORD BUTCH ANTHONY JOJO I WILL BE THE REASON YOUR WHOLE CAREER FALLS TO THE GROUND!

I clutched my fists trying my best not to let my anger show on the outside. On the inside, I'm burning with anger. I'll get my revenge, I swear to every living broken hearted girl. I will make him pay for this. For all my wasted years. I will become the best thing he ever lost.

But first...the appartment. I can't continue living under the same roof as that scum bag. I need a new place...but I got no money. I need to plan out my revenge somehow. But I need a place to stay first. I need a place to change. Not just my clothes...but my whole self. I need a place to begin my revenge. Enjoy while you can Bitch, enjoy while your little fun still lasts.

I growled to myself as I crossed the road. I need to keep walking just to keep my mind out of this for a while. Pick your stuff. Leave. That's the first plan. I need a new place. A perfect new place for a perfect new me. The me I never knew that existed

Just make sure you're not into making Butchie boy happy „

I'm not into him! I hate his guts and I hope hell swallows him before my fury does

Oooh look I'm soo sick, but I'll be a good girl to make Butch smile „

That thought struck my nerve again. Out of nowhere a flashback came to my mind. Without any asking it just came to me like thunder

Flashback

A twelve year old me. I studied so hard just to make it through the finals. I was one of the best students. My mother would often visit me, she always asked how was school. I kept each one of my tests in an old wooden box that was cherished by my grandfather. Mom gave it to me and told me to put the most important thing in it. I never knew what to put in it, so she told me to put all my test results in there, and whenever she'd come she'd open it and she would see how well I'm doing. I always gave my best just to impress her. I never had friends, I always studied. I never got asked out by a boy on a date, I studied and worked for Butch's family in a restoraunt as a maid. I had to make them all proud.

I was shaking even under the blanket I was given. I knew I had a fever, it was middle of July. Summer break, but I couldn't let all my learning fall down as I relax under the sun like others do. I was solving Math equations, twenty more to solve and it would be enough revising for now.

Downstairs I could hear Butch and his mother arguing over something. I knew that Butch's words would usually be last. The words will be followed by loud thumps his feet made while climbing upstairs. And that's how it happened this time. I looked and saw it was 12AM, it's late. He was probably out with his friends, he came home late. I knew that he couldn't sleep while angered or stressed out. I had to calm him down.

I tied my already messed up hair and made it a bit tidy. I removed the blanket and felt as if all the warmth of this world left me. I washed my face in the bathroom to remove the sickness off my face. I knocked on the door and that's when a glare was sent back to me

The hell do you want? „ he said turning from his couch to face me

I was wondering if you want to play the new video game I was bought „ I said placing the brightest smile I could

His eyes sparkled as he jumped towards me. I handed out the game keeping the same smile.

Hell thanks! „ with that he took the game and just closed the door in front of my nose.

I didn't feel mad. As long as he was happy, I was happy.

End flashback

OOOOOOOOH! I HATE ME! I HATE ME! I HATE ME! I HATE ME!

I scolded myself in my mind and constantly hit myself on the head.

I was such a waste. An idiot. A retard. Please kill me!

Just as my thoughts were about to run off to another Butch flashback, a siren brought me back to reality. The moment I looked at the neon lights coming my way, was the moment I knew that this was it. The revenge I had planned for Butch...it won't come true if I die.

I shut my eyes tightly and raised my hands in a defense. The car stopped without even touching me. It was an inch close to touch. I opened my eyes and realized how lucky I was. Who knows...maybe I was in luck to get my revenge after all. Maybe God thought that Butch actually deserved for someone to get him back.

I looked at the person who opened the door. It was a woman. She marched up to me with a biggest glare I've ever seen. Yikes! She's a scary one. As she moved forwards I could easily see how she looked like.

Her hair was raven black. It reached down to her shoulders, her bangs perfectly covered her brows, even so I could see they were all well groomed, but not drawn. They were her own brows. Her lime green eyes who starred furious in my pink ones, sent me a message that sounded something like „ Are you some kind of an idiot „ who knows, maybe I was.

I looked down at her body. Even if it was covered by a nice black coat, you could easily see her hourglass shaped curves. I felt weird for starring at her like that, even though she was glaring at me. Oh great now she'll accuse me for being a lesbian towards her. She picked me up by my workers shirt and was this close to lifting me up. Her grip was so tight that I knew that there's no way in hell I could escape her. Oh why couldn't the car hit me?

„ Watch where you're going brat. Either you need some contacts or I'll have to fix your eye sight for you „ the way she said it, I knew that she didn't mean by buying me glasses or contacts herself...she's a violent one. Well who wouldn't be. Here she was driving in her car thinking how her day went by, either heaven or hell, and then from out of nowhere an airhead started going her way. I'd be hell mad if that happened to me. I'd probably react the same.

„ I-I'm sorry, I- I didn't see you „ I tried to defend myself.

„ Of course you didnt see me! If you did you'd move the hell out of my way. If you want to die so bad just jump off a bridge, but don't stop traffic. Some people have better things to do then to think of suicide. Get a hobby brat „ with that she let go of me and went back to her car. Before entering she gave me one last glare with told me to move out of her way.

I looked down and moved out to the sidewalk. She passed by stepping on her gas pedal and leaving me completely alone. Now that's a woman I want to become...a serious one, not taking crap from anyone.

„ Who was that woman..." I asked out loud. I didn't expect for anyone to answer, I was alone by the building I shared with Butch.

That's the woman you need help from „

I do need help...but I don't know her.

But I'm sure. Dead sure. If I want to get my revenge on Butch, I need to become a woman with a look as deadly as hers. An attitude as meanest as hers. And a grip as toughest as hers. She looks like such a professional, but I don't know at what. She could be anything. A lawyer, a wrestler, a professor in some academy, a doctor. She could be anything with that attitude.

She's everything I have to become. I need to find this woman. I need her help! I don't care about her profession that much, I need that attitude. I need the woman she is.