The eviction notice came into the mail and Buttercup simply held it and sighed. She didn't have the money to pay the rent and had no one to borrow from. Mitch usually took care of the bills for her. She laughed at her pathetic life. She crinkled the letter and walked back up to her apartment. She had 30 days until she was forced out on to the street with nowhere to go. The former Powerpuff slammed her hands on the counter, causing a rather large dent to form, and groaned loudly. I can't get a fucking break, can I? I don't even have enough tears left to cry. She wondered if begging her landlord for another month to pay her the rent would help. Doubt it. She's a heartless bitch. Where would she go? A thought flashed in her head but she quickly pushed it aside. Ace did offer to help me. No, I couldn't do that. He knows who I am and with our past, it's too weird. He would also be asking questions, too many questions. The thought began to linger once more. She had his number and wouldn't say no. Buttercup shook her head in frustration. If I don't have a place to go or a way out in 29 days, I'll consider it.
Buttercup hadn't heard from Mitch in three weeks. She heard things about her from him, though. He had called her a worthless slut, a total bitch, and other vile names. He lied and said that she had threatened to murder him.
"Yeah, the crazy whore said she was going to wring my neck and steal all my money! Can you fricken' believe that?"
The girl could imagine it so well. She still, for some insane reason, wished that she could be with him again. Mitch was not the kindest but he had his good days. Buttercup missed the way he would hold her at night, how he would kiss her on the forehead, and how he would get so jealous if another guy even glanced in her direction. She liked that feeling of being protected even though she was probably one of the toughest people on the planet. Her bed was always cold and she barely had a reason to leave the house besides getting the smallest amount of groceries. I'm so stupid, I actually want him back. Buttercup slapped herself across the cheek and cursed. A knock on the door startled her.
"Buttercup, we have some complaints about you." Her landlord yelled through the door. Buttercup walked over and opened the door to reveal the elderly woman dressed in a floral dress.
"What do you mean?"
"There has apparently been a lot of yellin' and noise in here. Gosh, this place is damn filthy." The woman muttered. Buttercup had been perfectly quiet for weeks now. There was no one in her apartment to argue with anymore. "You also haven't paid your rent."
"I know. I was wondering if I could please get more time to pay it. My job hasn't been paying me well and I can't afford to take care of it now."
"You must think I'm some sort of idiot. I know you don't have no job. It was that boy who was payin' for all of this and now he's gone so you ain't got no money. With this and all the complaints, I gotta say that I don't know why I let you stay here." The woman spat. She looked at the girl in disgust and began to inspect the apartment. "How the hell did that happen?" The woman gasped as she studied the dent in the counter.
"I don't know, I think something fell on it. Miss, please let me stay here for a while longer, I really have nowhere to go!" Buttercup pleaded.
"You are a pain in my ass! It ain't my problem that you got no place to go. You're makin' my business suffer. I can't have that so I say you got till the end of the week before I put you out."
"You can't do that! The law says that you need to give me a warning with a significant amount of time before I get put out!" Buttercup argued.
"And what do you know about the law? Go ahead and call the police, start a case. Don't think that I don't know about your little habits. I've been around for a long time and I know a little druggie when I see one!" The old woman let out a cackle. "Like I said, out by the end of the week." The woman gave one last glare and left the apartment.
Why do I even try? Why haven't I tried to end it all? That would be a hell of a lot easier then this shit. Buttercup always thought about it, ending it all. It would be nice but she always held on to that small piece of hope that it would all get better. I have to. I have to call him. It was a Sunday afternoon and he would probably be off tonight. She didn't want to but had no other choice. All of her "friends" were tied to Mitch and believed all the ridiculous stories about her. She would also never step foot into Townsville again. She got her cell phone, which was most likely out of minutes, and dialed the number that was written on a piece of paper in a drawer. It rang four times before an answer.
"Hello? Who's this?" A sleepy voice asked. Buttercup swallowed hard and rocked back and forth on her feet.
"It's… It's Buttercup." She reluctantly admitted.
Ace cleared his throat and audibly changed positions.
"Hey, are yah alright?" He asked.
"Yeah, I really don't want to sound like a mooch or something but… No, this is way too much to ask for. You barely know me and this is stupid." Buttercup laughed at her stupidity.
"No, tell me what you need. I don't care what it is."
"I need a place to stay. I mean nothing long term or anything. I'm just getting kicked out of my apartment and I need somewhere to stay until I can get a new one. It's really okay if you have no room or something because I can call someone else." She said knowing that this was an obvious lie. She held her breath as she waited for a response.
"Sure. Do yah need me to come over and get your stuff?" Ace said after a long pause.
"Yes, please. Gosh, thank you so much. It really means a lot to me that you would do this." Buttercup sighed happily. At least I have a short term solution for one of my problems.
Ace knocked on the door and was holding a few boxes.
"Hey, thought you might need some of these." He dropped them on the floor of the living room and looked around. The last time he was here, he was reaching up the girl's shirt. He shuddered at the thought.
"I can't tell you how much this means to me. I really appreciate this." Buttercup said as she reached for the boxes and took them to her room. "All the stuff I care about is in here. There isn't much anyways." She began to pack things already laid out on the floor.
"If someone told me that one of the Powerpuffs was movin' in with me years ago, I would've called 'em a bullshitter. It's funny how things change." The man said while bending down to help the girl. She stopped placing things in the boxes.
"I'm not a Powerpuff girl anymore." She said quietly before returning to her task. Ace looked at her but decided that it wasn't the time for asking questions.
The two carried the boxes to Ace's car and placed them in the trunk.
"Any rules you have for living at your place?" Buttercup asked in a halfhearted attempt to make a joke.
"Ah, my place is pretty chill. I just don't like gettin' up early and I don't like people touchin' my stuff. I'm sure that's not too much to ask for. Any rules yah got for me?"
"Same. Also, don't touch me." Buttercup looked out the window as Ace started the car.
"You don't have to worry about that." He smirked. "That reminds me, if I bring a girl home, please just stay out of our way. I don't like it when people get in the way of all that."
Buttercup nodded as they left her old parking lot together.
Hey guys, I know my chapters are short and I've been neglecting this story (along with my others). I'm so sorry! I now will be updating much more often, hopefully once a week. I'm just incredibly busy at the moment and it is hard to update this and my other story regularly. Thank you all for sticking with this story! It has a long way to go so no worries about a quick ending haha. I apologize for any grammar mistakes and typos (I did type this at 2 AM after all). Hope you enjoyed!
