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I walked in through the door and shut it firmly behind me, taking a deep breath to hold back the flood of tears. I couldn't cry now…I have to be strong.

I ran down the hall and into the living room, biting my lip as I saw Bubbles and Blossom stirring on the couch, rubbing their eyes and groaning. I grabbed a glass of water quickly, along with a towel, from the kitchen and tried to dab at their faces.

"Buttercup?" Bubbles mumbled, blinking fiercely and looking up at me. "Is it you?"

"Yeah, Bubbles" I said back quietly. "Lay back."

Blossom shot up, her pink eyes wide. "Buttercup?!"

I sighed in defeat, letting her stumble to me and look me over. She always has to be the older sister of the pack, and I'll always let her. "Are you okay?" She kept asking me.

"I'm fine." I told her firmly and planted her butt back on the couch. "You rest and let the effects wear off okay? I need to talk to you guys about something very soon."

I bit my lip. "…It's pretty serious."

I sat on the edge of the cliff face, gazing out into the vast Pacific Ocean with interest. As the wind whipped around my hair I couldn't help but wonder whether or not Buttercup will actually go through with the plan ahead. In my heart I knew I really couldn't hurt her, but when I think about it, lately I've done a lot of things I thought I would never do.

Maybe I am becoming my father.

Out of all of my brothers I look the most like him, Brick, Boomer and Mojo all like to point that out. I have his hair and fiery temper and I hated it. Every time I look in the mirror I feel like I'm looking right into his face instead of mine.

I brought my knees up to my chest. Hopefully this kid will change that. Maybe I won't feel so alone once I have someone to spend my life with. I was looking forward to being a father, and I have no idea why. I kept thinking back to Buttercup, and the look on her face when I told her I wanted the baby. I felt kind of bad, taking her away from the kid's life, but at the same time she angered me so much! She wanted to kill it, obviously she didn't deserve it.

"Hey Butchie Boy."

I frowned as I looked over at Brick, who sat down next to me. "I hate that name" I told him sternly. He smirked and adjusted the red cap on his head.

"I know, that's why I call you it."

"Figures" I scoffed. I looked back out at the ocean again, wondering silently how Brick found me. I was all the way over at the other side of the country, but Brick and Boomer always know I come here to think. I guess the place wasn't so 'sacred' anymore.

"Why do you want this kid, Butch?" Brick suddenly asked me. "I mean, why do you choose to be a father? Wouldn't it be much more…I dunno…logical to get rid of it?"

I growled at him. "No."

He rolled his eyes. "C'mon Butch, think about this. So she has the kid and gives it to you, right? What do you know about taking care of kids? We barely know how to take care of ourselves. We're villains, and that's how the world sees us. You're giving this kid a life that he or she may not want."

I shrugged. I had thought about this. "But who are we to decide that? I mean, I can't really explain why, but I want this kid. I feel like I've already connected with it. I want the chance to be a father, one we never had."

"We do have a father Butch."

"Don't I know it" I snarled back. "But what else have I got going for me? I don't go to school, I'm not smart, I don't have any motivation to do anything…the chance to be a father has got to mean something, right?"

"I guess" Brick shrugged. "Does this mean you're not going to join us in school?"

"Yep" I muttered. "I promised Buttercup I wouldn't bug her anymore."

Brick sighed. "Does this mean I'm not gonna be able to talk with the puffs anymore? They were kinda hot-"

"Do whatever you want Brick" I rolled my eyes and smirked. "But something tells me I'm not going to be too popular with the Puffs."

"Why?" He said sarcastically. "Because you raped their sister or because you got their sister pregnant or because you're forcing her to give up her baby to you?"

"One of the above" I shrugged and grinned.

All 3 of us lay back against the pillows of my bed, our eyes dry from crying all day and empty chocolate wrappers over our legs. I was in the centre, Blossom and Bubbles were on either side of me.

"He's a bastard" Blossom growled for the tenth time. "I can't believe you won't let me beat him up."

I sighed, wishing I could, but I knew the truth. "He'd kill you." I told her, and I knew it was true. Butch had not only grown in size over the years, but I could tell he'd gotten meaner, more vengeful, sadistic and hateful. He'd grown into a true villain…or maybe I had grown weaker.

No, definitely not. He had grown meaner.

"It would be worth it." Blossom snarled. "He can't just take away our niece or nephew."

Bubbles sniffed on my shoulder, grabbing another handful of our favourite potato chips. "It's not fair."

"I know" I said sadly. "But everything happens for a reason. Maybe if I do what he says…he'll let me be a part of the baby's life." I was actually hoping he would, and if he refused I'd beat him to a pulp.

"You can't just sit back and let Butch take your baby." Bubbles sniffed. "Are you going to fight him for it?"

I shrugged. From what I knew Butch had gotten stronger and faster than me over the years. The thought had skimmed across my mind, and I'd reached the conclusion I'd rather Butch take the baby and have the baby know it has a mother, rather than the baby not having a mother at all.

"We have 9 months." I told them thoughtfully. "A lot can happen in that amount of time."

Blossom looked up, her pink eyes wide with interest. "What do you mean?"

I gave her a small smile. "I could have moved by then…far far away."

"Are you saying-"

"I'm not saying anything" I told her sternly with a wink. "Because I wouldn't want Butch to get too suspicious so early. I'm just saying that maybe…a couple of months from now…I could move out."

Bubbles grinned. "We'll help you, BC."

I shook my head. "I appreciate it, but I can't risk you girls for anything." I wrapped an arm around each of their shoulders. "I'd never forgive myself if my baby grew up without one or both of their aunts."

Blossom suddenly smiled and hugged me. "We'll help you with this baby, BC." She promised me. "No matter what."

(Blossom)

"You cannot be serious"

It took all my power not to bash him up here and there, but my poor sister has enough problems, and starting another fight will just add more stress to her.

"Look" Brick looked at me earnestly. "I'm sorry, but we tried to talk him out of it."

"She was raped, Brick!" I found myself yelling. "You think you can try again?"

Bubbles looked sadly at him. "He can't take our sister's baby, it's not fair."

Brick shrugged. "His baby too."

"But it's unfair!" I argued. "Buttercup has a right to her own child."

Boomer gave us a look. "We don't understand why he wants it, but he's not going to let this go. He wants this baby."

I growled and folded my arms. "And you guys think we're going to keep your identities a secret?"

Brick raised his eyebrows. "Yep."

Bubbles growled at him. "Why should we?"

"Because we actually want to go to school." Boomer said earnestly. "And we don't want any more stress for BC and Butch, I mean if people really knew, the paparazzi would never leave us alone right?"

I rubbed my temples. This whole thing was getting way out of control. My poor sister…she couldn't even go to school without fears of being talked and gossiped about. We told the Professor last night, but we left out the part about Butch. Boomer was right, if the people of Townsville gathered that Buttercup and Butch were having a baby none of us would get any peace.

I guess we just have to wait.

"We're still friends, right?" Boomer asked hopefully. He looked from me to Bubbles, his dark blue eyes wide and hopeful. "I mean, Butch has done some pretty bad things, but we'll never try anything."

Bubbles gave me a look and I groaned. I didn't know. Like Buttercup had said, she didn't want to attract too much attention, but I didn't know if I could look into the face of someone who was related to someone who had raped my sister, and pretend that everything was okay.

"Whatever. Just stay the hell away from our sister."

Bubbles squeezed my hand in an attempt to give some support, but it wasn't working.

Why did the Professor have to invite Ms. Keane around? Of all people, our vice principal? For dinner? To discuss to 'issue'. How humiliating.

But here I was, between Blossom and Bubbles at the dining room table, trying miserably to pick at the roast chicken dinner Blossom had prepared. The professor had dropped the bomb as soon as Blossom and Bubbles had gotten home. He still tried his hardest not to look at me. I bit my lip nervously as Ms. Keane kept sneaking glances at me from across the table.

"So" She broke the silence carefully. "Have you…decided when you're coming back to school, Buttercup?"

I swallowed the piece of potato I'd been chewing and felt my stomach rumble in discomfort. Even though this baby was only about a month old, it sure was having an effect on my stomach.

"Um" I mumbled, trying to find the right words. "I'm not sure if I want to go back…you know, with the rumors and everything…I was actually thinking of leaving and-" I felt my cheeks redden. "…finding a job, you know?"

From the look on the Professor's and Ms. Keane's faces, I could tell they didn't 'know'.

"You're giving up your education?" The Professor growled at me, his black eyes suddenly fierced. I frowned.

"No" I muttered. "I just think, what's the point, because-"

He suddenly stood, making the whole table shake and me jump.

"You're giving up your education?! Your FUTURE? Your LIFE?"

"No!" I shouted, my face heating up and my stomach bubbling furiously. My hands became fists. He knew, he knew I'd been raped, yet he stood there and yelled as if I was some slut or some idiot. The nerve. The one time in my life I need a little SUPPORT. "I just think-"

"YOU'RE GIVING UP EVERYTHING" He suddenly shouted. Ms. Keane looked awkward, Blossom looked angry and Bubbles shocked. I just glared at him, my face furious. "FOR THIS….THIS KID! THAT YOU DIDN'T EVEN WANT!"

"It's nobody's fault!" I yelled, my face reddening. I suddenly felt angry…really angry. I felt like I needed to throw something. I thought about all the pain I had gone through- the fear of losing my sisters, the shock and fear of being raped, the fear of being pregnant. The blood in my veins seemed to race through my body like a racecar on a track. "IT'S ESPECIALLY NOT MINE OR THE BABY'S!"

"DON'T GIVE ME THAT!" He yelled, his face now as red as mine. "I GAVE UP EVERYTHING TO HAVE YOU, NOW YOU'RE JUST THROWING IT BACK IN MY FACE!"

I was suddenly on my feet, leaning forward to challenge him. He continued.

"AND NOW YOU DECIDE TO JUST THROW EVERYTHING AWAY! YOUR RESPONSIBILITIES, YOUR LIFE, YOUR FAMILY- FOR THIS…THIS BRAT! THIS KID! WHAT DO YOU KNOW ABOUT BEING A MOTHER, WHAT DO YOU KNOW ABOUT RAISING A CHILD?!"

I was getting angrier, my stomach was now almost throbbing. A weird power was coursing through me, it felt strange, and suddenly revitalizing and strangely familiar. Powerful.

"AND WHAT DO YOU EVEN KNOW ABOUT THE FATHER?!" the Professor went on. It was like he had held this in ever since he found out. "THIS PUNK KID, HE WAS PROBABLY SOME DROPKICK, AND YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW WHO HE IS, YOUR CHILD WILL KNOW, HE'S JUST THE PRODUCT OF AN IRRESPONSIBLE MOTHER AND A DEADBEAT FATHER-"

Suddenly, he was thrown across the room, crashing through the dining room wall and into the living room, landing on the TV. He lay motionless- knocked out from the blow. I realised my fist was outstretched- I had decked him right in the face with such power he had flown almost 20 feet. I blinked, feeling my heart thump and my stomach tighten.

Bubbles gasped. "PROFESSOR!" She ran to aid him, Ms. Keane stumbled in shock as she rose from her chair and followed her. Blossom rose steadily beside me, her pink eyes wide with both fear and shock.

"Wha-" She gaped at me, I was still frozen to the spot. "What was that?"

I lowered my fist, still motionless with shock. "I….I don't know." I gave her a fearful look.

"You have powers?!" She glared at me, frowning. "But how-"

"I didn't!" I said earnestly, glancing at the Professor. I suddenly felt so calm, but slightly shaken. "I…I suddenly got so mad, and I don't know why. Then he started talking about…me…and then, then Butch-" I swallowed. "And…then something happened and he was halfway across the room!"

Blossom blinked at me, and I blinked back, realizing what an idiot I sounded like.

"You don't think the baby did it?" She bit her lip, glancing at my stomach. "Do you?"

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