"Where am I?" I asked.
"Good question."
"Who are you?" I continued.
"Another good question."
"If they're so good, why don't you answer them?" I scoffed. He smirked at me.
"Now that's a really good question." He chuckles, letting go of my chin. He pulled over another chair to sit in. He sat in it backward while facing me. Scanning me. "You look just like her," he mumbled.
"Who?" I asked another question.
"That is a great question."
"Answer me!" I demanded louder than expected.
"Your mother," he answered. I looked into his green eyes again, thinking about how he could know her. "I lo-."
"Rico," I mumbled and he stopped talking.
"Butch can't keep his mouth shut, hm," Rico sighed. "Looks like your son isn't the only idiot Darrin." He looked behind him when he spoke. I couldn't see who he was talking to, but the name Darrin did sound familiar. Rico turned his head back to me, smirk still on his face. "Now, Ms.Utonium, when was the last time you saw your mother?" He questioned.
I gave him a weak smirk "Good question," I said.
"Well played, but you have to answer my questions unless you rather do it the hard way."
"Fuck you," I growled.
"Sebastian," he called. Another guy walked over, silver eyes. His hands were behind his back and he stared at me.
"So this is the love of his miserable life, a pretty blonde?" Sebastian seemed unamused. "Not much different from you, huh Rico?"
Rico shrugged his shoulders in response.
The corner of Sebastian's lips curved up, forming a sick smirk. "Let's see if she's anything like her mother," he said. Rico stood up and pulled out a cloth from his back pocket.
"Open your mouth," he ordered me. I gave him a deadly stare. I kept my mouth shut. "Ms.Utonium, I would advise you to open your mouth and bite down on this, you're about to be in a lot of pain."
"Fuck you."
"Pl—."
"Alright, you tried little brother," Sebastian cut in. Rico sighed and Sebastian walked away. When he came back he had a branding iron in his hand. My eyes widened when I saw it. His smirk didn't fade. I tried to break free, I should've been doing that the whole time.
"No, please."
"They all start begging, in the end, huh Rico?" Sebastian asked, taunting me. "Now, where would you like it, Princess, that's what he calls you now right?"
To make matters worse, I had shorts on and when I'm sitting they go higher up my thigh.
"Oh wait, I know where to put it," he stated. Sebastian crouches down and puts his free hand on my left thigh. He held it still with a tight grip. "You have really soft skin, I like that." Tears formed into my eyes as I started trying harder to get free. "You have to keep still, we don't want something to go wrong so we have to do it all over again," he says. "You should've accepted the cloth." The iron was pressed onto my skin, burning it. I screamed as I threw my head back. The pain. Sebastian removed it and threw the branding iron down. I then hung my head low, silently crying. "Aww, his princess is crying," he said with a fake pout. I looked at the S on my leg. Looking at it made more tears come.
"Darrin, get the nurse," Rico ordered. I heard footsteps from afar.
"Hm, she's quiet now," Sebastian stated.
"Fuck you," I mumbled. Sebastian laughed.
"You don't know when to give up, you're worse than Chasity." Then, I finally looked up at him. He had the same expression on. Suddenly, I heard the sound of heels hitting the ground as they came towards up.
"I'm here," a woman's voice exclaimed.
"You know what to do," Rico said to her. "Sebastian go back—."
"You're gonna lock me up again, I'm tired of being in a cell like I'm in a fucking prison!" Sebastian stood up and turned to his brother.
"Fine, you can stay, but remember why you even have one," Rico sighed.
The nurse or whoever came over to me. She was a brunette with brown eyes. Her hair was up and she was wearing a white top with black work pants. She examined the burn, then she rubbed something on it. I grunted and hissed in pain.
"Sorry," she whispered.
"It's not your fault that I'm like this."
Then, we locked eyes.
Butch's P.O.V.
Morning came and I lied down on my bed while staring at the ceiling. I needed to get up and I knew it. Didn't give a shit though. I thought about Blondie. If it wasn't obvious enough. She's all I think about, everything I think about involves her. It's been like that since.... For. Fucking. Ever.
"Butch," Brick called. I looked up at him by the door.
"The fuck do you want?" I asked.
"Don't you have to go to the hospital?" He asked back.
"Obviously," I scoffed.
"Okay damn," he rolled his eyes. "Well, do you have to go to the factory today?"
"No, I don't have to go in for about two weeks."
"My dad told me not to come unless he tells me otherwise," Brick pouted.
"Brick, get the fuck out," I said. He laughed as he walked out of the door. I sat up and growled. I don't know why, but I'm always agitated.
Anyway, I got dressed and drove to the hospital. As I walked through the lobby I saw the bitchy nurse from the yesterday. So, I flipped her off. She gasped and signaled for the security then I flipped him off too. He then started walking towards me, but I just kept walking calmly. The elevator closed before he could get to me. If he had got to me there'd be a real problem. If he even breathed on me, I'd fuck him up.
It was quiet as I walked down the halls of the hospital, but it smelt like plastic and medicine. I hate the hospital. I opened the door to see Mr.Utonium with a remote in his hand and his eyes on the tv in front of him.
"Mornin'," I said as I entered.
"Good morning, Butch." He smiled at me then sat up. "How are you today?" he asked.
I sat in the chair next to the door after I closed it. It's where I sat every day. I noticed Mr.Utonium looking at me. He was waiting for my response.
"Isn't that something I should be asking you?" I questioned.
"That's true," Mr.Utonium said.
"So, how are you doing?"
"I'm good, but I'm ready to get out of here," he answered.
"Well, you've been in here for about a week, awake that is," I lightly shrug. "But the real question is, why didn't you tell Blondie that you woke up sooner instead of letting her believe you woke up just yesterday?"
"I needed to make sure I was okay first."
"Bullshit," I mumbled. Mr.Utonium gave me a fake smile. Behind it was a sad man. "I love her," I uttered bluntly.
"Well you've known each other so I'm sure y—."
"No, I love her."
He let out a long sigh. "I know," he said.
I cocked my head to my left a little. How would he know?
"When you came in here and saw her... your eyes."
These stupid green orbs let everyone know every fucking thing. Window to the soul my ass.
"At least I know that someone I trust will look after her when I'm gone." He gave me that fake smile again.
"Are you dying or somethin'?" I asked, confused. Mr.Utonium sighed. That was a yes. "From what?"
"I've been dying for years now, that's why I've tried to distract myself with—."
"My mother was a distraction?" I cut in.
"I just want to live my life and stop wasting time, I'm sorry," he apologized. I wasn't really bothered by what he said. My mother has been manipulated by men all her life. The only man that didn't really manipulate her was Cassidy's father. Her adoptive father, she eventually got adopted, yes. They broke it off because of my actions. But if they didn't break it off then Mr.Utonium wouldn't have married my mother and I wouldn't have had easier access to Blondie. But then sleeping with her would be easier. Falling for her would be even easier, no one would be holding us back. So, maybe it would've been better if they didn't get married. Maybe.
"It's okay, I don't care as much as I should."
Mr.Utonium was taken back a little by what I had said. I love my mother, of course, but she needs to stand up for herself.
"Where is Bubbles anyway?" He asked.
That's what I wanna know
"I haven't seen her since yesterday," I responded with. "She said she'd be here."
"Yeah," he said in a low tone.
Bitch should be fine, right?
"Fuck," I growled. "You need to rest." I stood up and Mr.Utonium nodded his head.
"Goodbye, Butch."
"Mhm."
And I left. I tried not to stress myself over Blondie's absence. She can look after herself.
No, she can't
If something happened to her...
I fucking swear.
Every fucking one will burn
Bubbles's P.O.V.
I woke up my back and leg hurting. My leg, from the burn. My back, from the rough mattress I was on. I groaned, then sat up.
"Mornin' Princess."
I scanned my surroundings. I saw bars in front of me and on the other side of it was Sebastian in a cell of his own. His cell looked more pleasing to the eye. Mine was plain. Just a bed, an uncomfortable one. His had a better bed and a tv on the wall.
"Are you scared Princess?"
I kept my gaze away from him. I heard him whistle at me. He wanted me to look at him.
"I know you hear me."
"Sebastian leave her alone," I heard another voice order and footsteps. Rico was then standing on the other side of the cell. "I'm sorry I couldn't get you a better place to stay," he said.
"Better than a cell, that's hard to believe."
"I know being in a cell across from him might be hell, but you are a hostage, technically," Rico sighed. "Hungry?" He held up a paper bag with a yellow M on it. "Little Sarantino asked for this every morning before his mother took him."
Little Sarantino?
"You spoiled his dumbass," I heard Sebastian scoff. "Rewarding him for shit he didn't do, he mine as well be a fucking high school drop out."
"Don't talk about family like that, Sebastian," Rico demanded of him. " Ignore him."
"Let me leave."
"If you cooperate I will, plus letting you go now won't be easy," he explained.
"What do you mean?" I asked showing how confused I was.
"Little Sarantino, he's getting suspicious and if you suddenly just turn up he'll get more suspicious. If I let you go when we're done with you, later on, he'll be suspicious, but he'll most likely think that it has something to do with the fact that you're carrying the next generation."
My eyes widened at the last part that he whispered.
"Eat," he ordered. Rico opened the cell door and walked in. He puts the bag of food on the bed, then exits the cell locking the door behind him. I just sat there looking like a fool. "Oh and Ms.Utonium," Rico called. "Welcome to the family."
A smirk formed on his face and then he walked away.
"See how he treats me, didn't even get me anything," Sebastian mentions.
I rolled my eyes and my left hand came up to run through my blonde hair. "Why am I here?"
"Where's Chasity?" Sebastian asked back.
"I'm here because you want my mother?"
"When was the last time you seen her?" He continued.
"It's been years, now let me go," I lie. He wasn't buying it.
"That's bull, before she left she said she'd go to you first!" Sebastian yelled. His knuckles lost color as he clutched the bars of the cell tightly.
"I'm telling the truth," I declared.
"Bullshit, bullshit, and bullshit," he snarled.
"I'm telling the truth," I repeat myself.
The look in his eyes
Rico's P.O.V.
I sat down at my desk with a sigh. Darrin watched me closely as I did so.
"You left him alone around her?" He asked.
"She's family now, she should be fine," I replied, brushing his question off.
"Does he know that?" I looked up at Darrin almost immediately. "Your brother's blood hungry, he doesn't care what he does to people."
"He has problems, I know. Our bloodline comes with problems."
"But he's worse than all the others, they had reasons to kill or do whatever, he does it for fun!" Darrin exclaimed. "I don't know anything about that girl, but I do know that she isn't safe around him!"
And then we heard a scream
It was coming from the back. Darrin and I walked back there. I saw the door of Sebastian's cell on the ground. The door to Chasity's daughter's cell was wide open. I ran to it. Sebastian was on top of the blonde, his left hand was wrapped around her hair. The right was around her throat. I pulled him off of her. Darrin assisted Ms.Utonium, making sure she gets what's needed.
"Sebastian, what the hell." We were then in the hallway.
"She lied to me!" He yelled in a growl.
"But you don't attack her, you even broke the door of your cell," I argued.
"Bitch should've never—."
"She's pregnant!"
His eyes widened in shock, realizing what he's done. His head went down in shame. "I'm sorry," he whispered. "I didn't k-know." He raised his head up and I saw how tears eyed he was. I gave him a one-armed hug.
"Did you hit her?" I asked.
"I didn't hit her," he replied. I opened my mouth to say something, but Sebastian spoke again. "I punched her."
"Fuck," I sighed. "If Butch finds out you touched her at all you know he'll—."
"Actually go crazy?" Sebastian interrupted.
"It's in his blood."
Buttercup's P.O.V.
"Hey," Ace said after he opened the door of his house. He was wearing a white shirt and grey plaid pajama pants.
"Hey," I said back. I was so nervous.
"What's wrong?" He asked as he moved out the way so I could walk inside. "You seem nervous doll."
"It's because I am," I mumbled. I walked inside of his house and sat on the arm of his couch. Ace closed the front door and walked over to me.
"Then tell me." Ace crosses his arms as he waited for me to tell him what's the matter.
"You won't get mad, right?" I questioned.
"I won't, I promise," he reassured me.
"Good," I sighed. I looked down away from his eyes.
I'm just gonna come out and say it
"I'm p-pregnant."
"That's what you were so nervous about?" He asked. His hand came up to to my cheek. His fingers brushed the back of my ear. I looked him in the eye. There was a small smile on his face. "I actually wanted a kid." I was surprised by his statement. My eyebrows raised up and my eyelids followed. "I'm just happy it's with you," Ace said.
"Really?"
"Of course, babydoll," he answers. "I wouldn't have it any other way."
"Thank God," I sighed. He kissed me and I wrapped my arms around his neck.
"Why didn't you tell me yesterday doll?"
"I was scared."
"Don't be, I got you."
Bubbles's P.O.V.
Another day went by. I was still locked in a cell. I haven't seen Sebastian since yesterday after he attacked me. The door of his cell was fixed. I had a bruise on my cheekbone from him punching me. He only did it once. Rico and the nurse were the only people I saw. I thought about breaking out, but how would I do that?
My body bolted up at the sound of the cell door opening. My eyes landed on Rico, the one who opened it.
"Follow me Ms.Utonium."
I listened and got up from the bed to follow him.
"I have a question," Rico started. "How flexible are you?"
What kind of question is that?
"I'm not sure," I answered.
"You're taking a test to see if you can actually defend yourself, we don't want another Sebastian situation."
I cringed at the mention of it. "When will I be able to get out of here?" I asked.
"I told you when I'm done with you." To my ears that was a bit offensive. I'm not a toy. "Have you ever even fought someone before?"
"I used to get in fights when I was in school, they weren't anything special though," I replied.
"But did you win?"
"Most of the time, other times I was pulled away."
"Well since you have experience with 'normal' fighting we're going to take it up a notch, hm."
"What do you—."
"You're being blindfolded," he stated. "And you will learn how to use your legs more than your fists."
"But wh—."
"It's just more natural for females," he shrugged.
I just want to leave
Butch's P.O.V.
A week passed and still no Blondie. I was going fucking crazy.
More than before
I should've expected something like that to happen, I let everyone know my business and that caused something to happen to her. She could be anywhere, she could be halfway around the world by now or worse, dead. I swear if she and our—
"Butch!"
"Mom, what the hell do you wa—!"
She threw something at my head to shut me up. She pressured me into going to the mall with her. I agreed only to distract myself. We were at a book store. So, she threw a book at my head, seeing as they were the only things around.
"Fucking shit," I grunted while rubbing my head. "You crazy bi—!" She threw another book at me.
"You're gonna get us kicked out!" Mom yelled at me.
"You yelling and throwing books will get us kicked out!"
"Shut the hell up!" Another book. To my forehead.
"Fuck."
"Now clean this up," she ordered. I felt my eye twitch at her order.
"You clean it up," I snap. Mom slapped me with a book, I stumbled backward into a shelf. "I'll fucking ki—." Then, she threw the book in her hand at my forehead. "One hell of a mother," I mumbled.
"What was that?" Mom put her hand on another book getting ready to throw it at me.
"Nothing," I scoffed. I folded my arms and my teeth gritted together.
"Ma'am, Sir please refrain from yelling and throwing the books," a worker said.
"Fuck these books," I blurted.
"Shut your stupid ass up," mom demanded. I growled lowly as I watched the worker slowly walk away. He didn't want anything to do with us.
Eventually, we got kicked out of that store and most of the other ones we went to.
"Why do you ride that thing?"
"Don't start," I warned. She always nags about getting a car. I don't want a car.
"You could easily die more on that thing than a car," mom stated.
"Not my problem," I shrugged.
"You rather die?"
"I can't die, I have things to do."
"Stop speaking in riddles, Butch!" Mom exclaims. "Tell me what you mean."
"I have a baby on the way," I explained to her in a lower tone. The color in her face drained. She was shocked by my words.
"You've been sleeping around again, you're worse than your father," She scowled. She really thought of me as a reflection of my father?
"I'm not sleeping around, and I haven't even had sex in the past two months," I clarified.
"Then, who did you knock up?" Mom asked.
"I have to go," I mumbled, reaching for my helmet.
"You're not going to tell me, huh?"
"You would hate me for what I say anyway." I then, put my helmet on.
"Do I at least know her?" I nodded my head in reply. "Please don't tell me it's Cassidy." I shook my head no without any further thought. "I don't know of anyone else that you would—." Mom didn't finish her sentence. Something passed through her eyes as she was possibly realizing who I was talking about. "Y-you—." I drove out of there before she could say anything else. Letting her think about it was probably a good idea. Back to stressing myself, I guess. I will find my blonde no matter what I have to do to make that happen.
Bubbles's P.O.V.
Two weeks have gone by and I'm still stuck in some rundown factory with Butch's fathers. He said if I cooperate I'll get out sooner. I cooperated. Anything he wanted to be done I did it. I didn't care anymore.
"Ms.Utonium."
"Hm?"
"Lunch."
I sat up on the bed and Rico entered. He's fed me unhealthy food for the whole time I've been there. Sometimes he'd ask me what I wanted from a specific eatery. This was not one of those days. I was handed a brown bag and he exited the cell.
"Are you sure you don't know where Chasity is?"
"Yeah."
I heard him growl. "Allen, watch her, I'm going on a job and here's the key." One of his men stood outside of my cell as he watched me. The key was in his back pocket and he had a gun in the other.
I had a plan
After finishing my lunch, I watched Allen closely. He stared back at me. Didn't say anything though.
Until...
"What do you want Ms.Utonium?" His voice was deep and dark.
I stood up and walked to the door. "I'm bored," I pouted.
"Well you are in a cell, not much you can do in there," he shrugged.
I grabbed the bars and pretended to look at him like I was checking him out. "Are you bored?"
"I'm fine," he answered almost immediately.
"You sure?"
"Mhm."
"Hmm, entertain me," I said.
"Depends on what you want me to do."
I bit on my lower lip with a smirk. "I have something in mind,"
"Like what?" He asked.
"Unlock the door and you'll find out."
"Ms.Utonium I can't d—."
"No one's here to see," I mentioned cutting him off. "You can't keep a girl in a cell with nothing to do." He came closer to me.
"I'll do whatever I'm told, understood?"
"Then, open the door," I suggested. "Please."
"Not by you Ms.Utonium, nice try though."
"Then, can I use the bathroom?" I question.
"You just want a reason to get out of there, huh?"
"This cell is small," I pouted. Allen sighed and looked around. He then started to unlock the door. I back up and smile to myself.
"You could have just told me that you wanted to walk around a little," he shrugs as he opened the door.
"What's the fun in that?"
He let me out and we walked around inside the building. He had me walk in front of him, which was to my disadvantage. The question I asked myself was: Did I have to sleep with Allen to get out?
"So, what do you do?" I asked.
"Watch you."
"When I wasn't here what did you do?" I continued.
"I can't tell you that, Ms.Utonium."
"You're no fun," I said, pretending to be upset.
"I can be fun, when I want to be," Allen stated. I stopped walking and turned to him. A smirk on my face. Allen stopped walking while looking in my eyes.
"How about you be fun now?" I grabbed his shirt collar and pulled him in. He didn't stop me. He just waited for what I was gonna do next.
Option One: Stop to keep him hooked and continue tomorrow
Option Two: Continue and he would possibly 'come to his senses' and stop himself from going any further
I'll go with one
I let go of his shirt collar and quickly turned around. I continued to walk and I heard him sigh. "Guess not," I mumbled, making sure he heard me.
The next day, Rico left again and left me with Allen again.
"So, here we are, again," I smiled.
"Ms.Utonium," he nodded. Allen showed no emotion. Just a straight face.
"I actually need to use the bathroom though," I pointed out.
"You're not just saying that so you can get out this time?" I shook my head at his question. "Are you lying?" I shook my head a second time. Then, he let me out. I didn't actually have to use the bathroom, obviously.
"So, are we here alone?" I asked on the way back.
"No, there are at least two more guys here." Two more guys shouldn't be hard to handle.
"Do you have any friends?"
"Why do you ask?" He questions.
"No offense, but you seem like a lonely guy."
"Hm, I have one or two," he shrugged.
"I can be your friend," I suggested. I turned around, a little surprised to see him right in front of me.
"Huh, you want to?"
"Do you want me to?" He stared into my blue eyes, his were dark. "I can possibly be more," I whispered in his ear. In a blink of an eye, I was pressed against the wall.
"You're going to stop playing with me, Ms.Utonium."
"What's the fun in that?"
I brought my lips to his, Allen hesitated, but he gave in.
I don't need to go into detail about what happened next
I opened my eyes to see the white ceiling. I had pretended to fall asleep after... it. Allen was asleep with his back turned to me, facing the wall. His pants were on the ground, thankfully it was by my hand. My hand was hanging off the bed because the bed was a bit too small for Allen and me. I also made sure to remove my clothes and keep them closer to the bed. While I got dressed I kept caution of Allen's presence. Waking him would've made things worse, the plan would fail. I picked up his gun from off the floor and I took the key from out of his pants pocket. I walked out and pushed the cell closed gently. After locking it, I left the key in the middle of the floor. I exited the back and went to the front. There were two guys sitting down next to each other as they conversated. They didn't notice me yet.
"Wait, how did you get out?" One stood up looking right at me. That made the other alerted.
I pointed the gun in my hand at the first one. "Keys."
The second one was about to pull something out of his pocket, but the first one grabbed his arm. He shook his head no and the other whispered a why.
"She's pregnant dick head."
"I will literally shoot both of you," I scoffed as I rolled my eyes.
"Ms.Utonium please—."
"Fuck it," the second one said. He went to pull something out of his pocket again, but I hurried and shot him in the leg before he could. "Shit."
"I warned you," I said. "Keys." I pointed the gun back at the first one. He held his hands up almost immediately.
"What keys?"
"Car keys," I responded.
"You won't get far," he said as he pulled out car keys from his front pocket.
"I'll get far enough."
He threw me the keys.
Then, everything was blurry after that. All I remember was me being in a car, and gunshots, and a horn, one from a truck.
I woke up to the smell of plastic and medicine. Everywhere I looked was white.
"Oh you're awake," I heard a male voice utter. I looked around for the owner. I saw a male figure beside me. "Pace yourself, Ms.Utonium." Everything then became clear. A man in a white suit, not a formal suit though. A doctor.
"Where am I?" I asked.
"The hospital," he answered with a smile. "You were in a car accident, do you remember that?"
"Somewhat."
"Oh, and don't worry nothing happened to them," the doctor exclaimed. I looked at him, confusion on my face and he still had that stupid smile on his.
"Them?" I questioned. " What do you mean by them?"
"Did you not know there was two?" He asked.
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"You're pregnant with twins," he answered. My eyes widened as shock ran through my body.
"Twins," I whispered. "I can't be, please tell me you're lying."
"I'm sorry I can't do that, I'm not lying." I felt tears form in my eyes. "Your baby bump is bigger than what it'd be if you were carrying one child. I'll just send for your fiancé," he sighed.
"Fiancé?"
"Mr.Sarantino, he said you were in the accident because you drove off after a fight with him."
"Oh, okay," I utter, lowly.
The doctor walked out and I was left alone with my thoughts. I put my head in my hands, and tears flowed through my fingers and onto the blanket, half of my body was under. I then felt a hand wrap around my wrists. It pulled my hand from my face and I looked up to green eyes.
"Butch," I said. More tears spilled out of my eyes.
"Stop crying."
"There's two," I cried.
"Hm?"
"I'm carrying two," I explain. "I can't do two Butch, I can't even do one."
"We'll figure it out, okay." Butch puts his forehead on mine and sighs through his nose. I dropped my hands from my face and Butch's hand, the one that was around my wrist, moved from my wrist and intertwined with my hand. My tears ceased to flow anymore. "Just trust me."
"Why does the doctor know you as my fiancé?"
"I lied to him so I could see you," he answers. "Would you mind if you were?"
I opened my eyes and back my face away from his, to look at him. His expression didn't change. "What are you talking about?"
"Dumbass," he mumbled. "If I asked you to marry me right now, would you say yes?"
"Butch, that isn—."
"Don't avoid the damn question," he growled. "Would you say yes?"
"Yes," I blurted. At the moment I barely realized what I said. I feel my face heat up as a blush flooded my face.
"Then, it's settled."
"I-I—."
"Breath," Butch said. I took more calm and deep breaths. "Now, changing the subject, what actually happened?"
I opened my mouth to say something, but shortly after I closed it because I didn't really know what to say.
"Tell me," he demands.
"I—."
"Tell me," he repeated. My eyes traveled to my covered left leg. I bit down on my bottom lip, I was nervous to speak. "Are you hurt?" I looked back at him and he was looking at my leg, where I was formerly looking. We locked eyes.
"No," I lied as I lightly shook my head, no.
"You're lying, your pupils dialate when you lie," Butch says. "Don't lie to me."
I broke our eye contact and look down. "I'm not lying."
Butch touches my left leg with his right hand. I hiss at his touch. "That tells me otherwise." He rips the blanket off of me and the hospital gown was risen. His eyes landed on the S. His teeth grit together as he scowled. There was a dark look in his eyes. "He's dead," he growled.
"Butch, don't do anything stupid," I told him.
"Stupid?" he almost yelled. "This is far from stupid, I'm killing him."
"No."
"I'm surprised my uncle even went through with it, he doesn't do shit to pregnant bitches," Butch said.
"Why not?"
"He got some girl pregnant and the baby died somehow, and he doesn't want to be the cause of someone else losing their own baby because he really enjoyed the idea of having children," he explains
There's actually more to him than a crazy asshole
It'd be better if I didn't tell him about Sebastian attacking me. "Butch," I call.
"Yeah?"
"I don't think your dad told Sebastian about me I'm not sure everyone knew before... the nurse there pointed it out." It was a lie. A believable one.
"Hmph, that doesn't excuse him branding you, knowin' you were mine."
"Why was he kept in a cell?" I asked.
"Because he's fucking crazy, he's the worst out of us all."
"Okay, but you're not in a cell, neither is Rico?"
"He's in a cell because... he tried to kill my dad once, won't tell anyone why, That was years ago though, and he's sorry for it," he answers. "I don't like talking about my crazy ass family, so are you done with the questions?"
"Yeah, sorry."
"I don't mind tellin' you, you're not looking at me so it feels like I'm talking to a wall, almost." I finally looked at him and he smirked. "If you were wonderin' why he's worst than everyone else in my family, I don't know."
"I'll know who to ask," I teased. Butch got up on the hospital bed on the other side of me, he layed down on my stomach and wrapped his arms around my torso. I let out a sigh.
"You hungry?"
"A little."
"Did my father give you food regularly?"
"Yeah."
"Good because if he didn't these two would be the ones suffering," Butch said referring to the two children that I recently realized I was carrying. "And he'd be the next one to suffer."
"He's your father," I tried to reason.
"I wouldn't kill him just take away his access to certain limbs," he shrugged.
"Butch," I almost gasped.
"Fine, break his arm in the worst way possible."
"Doing that could leave him with barely any access to him arm," I stated.
"Fuck you damnit," Butch snapped.
"Fuck you," I scoffed.
He looked up at me with a plain expression. "Are you mad at me?"
"A little, yes," I responded.
"Only a little, hmm," he hummed. The corner of one side of his mouth curved up, the other curved only slightly, forming a smirk. "I like it when you're mad." He layed his head back down and nuzzled against my stomach. "I would hurt him if he didn't though, I would hurt anyone who even tries to hurt you and them."
I sighed at his statement. I knew he would do exactly what he said he'd do. "I know."
"Your dad's worried about you, I'll let him know you're okay," Butch says.
"I can tell him myself, we're in the same hospital after all."
