Brianna always believed in love. Ever since she was a little girl, she had seen how much her parents adored each other. They always had a smile on their faces whenever they looked at each other, or even talk about each other. She really thought she was one of the lucky ones, the one that didn't have to worry about her family falling apart. She truly believed that they would be a happy family forever.
Then her father had to just throw everything away, and for what, a different woman? A bitch who could never be as beautiful, or as amazing as her own mother? Everything was going so well, then her father, no, that sperm donator, just had to decide that her mother wasn't enough. She wasn't that naive, she knew that men cheated on their wives almost all the time, or vice versa, but she thought, she truly believed her parents' love for each other was stronger than any temptation. She truly believed they would last forever.
The day he started working late at night should have been the first clue, but she always believed his lies, how his work had been piling up, how he didn't want to, but he had to for the sake of his business. How stupid she was to believe his lies.
Her second clue was the fact that he never looked at her mother the way he usually did. No, no love, no adoration, no joy, nothing. She convinced herself that they might've just had an argument, after all, no relationship doesn't have a few bumps on the road, but she began to notice how he looked at his co-worker, that digusting red haired bitch. How he looked at her, it disgusted Brianna every single time.
She still remembered that day, the day she opened her eyes to the sound of her mother sobbing. How she went to her parents' room to check on her, only to be outside as she saw what was being played on the TV screen. How her father loved another woman in his own office. And her mother saw it all.
The look on her mother's face, gone was the sparkle of life, gone were the smiles she usually had on to greet her. Instead, all that was left was a sorrowful, pained, and regretful woman. Divorce was certain at that point.
Still, it didn't give her any pleasure as her father signed the divorce papers, nor did it gave her any joy as that bitch smirked a victory smirk, and it certainly didn't give her anything to smile about as she watched her mother wither away, from a strong woman, to a dried, fragile flower.
The first week was the hardest, always waking up to the sound of her mother's soft cries, always having to endure the pitying looks of her neighbors and classmates, and always having to endure the forced smiles her mother gave, just to make her feel even a little bit better. She watched as her mother secretly hugged her father's shirt once she thought everyone was asleep, how she held on to the ring as if it was her only saving grace, how she always had these vacant eyes, looking at her, but at the same time, not really at her.
As the weeks turned to months, she watched as her mother slowly started to build herself up again. She kept everything that could remind her of her husband in a box, and placed it in the attic, she began to smile more, she even had a bit of twinkle in her eye every time she looked at her.
Brianna wanted to be with her mother. She didn't want to be here, with that bastard and that bitch. Her mother is all she could ever hold onto now. She and her brother and her relatives are her only family now. That man could die in an accident and she wouldn't give a damn. He could marry that bitch and she wouldn't bat an eye. He could disown them and she wouldn't even care. Her mother is everything now, and she wouldn't care about anything else that man did, as long as it didn't hurt her mom.
Butch and Berserk could go to hell, in her opinion. That's where all cheaters go, and right now Brianna feels like they deserve to go there as soon as possible.
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Blossom can't believe what she was reading. She can't. She was reading the same words, over and over, like she was hoping tha maybe she had an eye defect and she wasn't really reading it correctly. Maybe the words would change if she could just read it one more time.
It didn't, though. She just stared at those words on the newspaper, her heart hurting for her friend. Her husband, Brick, surprised her by kissing her neck, which resulted into her almost jabbing him in his stomach.
"Feisty today, I see." He teased her, before kissing her forehead. It was then that he noticed how she wasn't smiling like she used to. She looked shocked, and hurt, and he was almost in the verge of apologizing when Blossom gave him the newspaper.
He looked confused at first, but when he read the headlines, he almost doubled over in shock.
"Butch Sanders, Spotted with a New Woman."
"That fucking bastard." Brick cursed. Blossom looked on the verge to either cry her heart out or to grab Brick's gun and start shooting.
"How, how could he? That-that. What about Buttercup? What about her?! She doesn't deserve-oh Butters." Blossom felt the urge. The urge to wrap Buttercup up in a soft blanket and keep her safe.
She had alway been the most motherly out of all of them, even though she never had a child of her own. She decided to give Buttercup and Bubbles all her motherly love and care, and right now, her heart was breaking for one of her best friends. She felt like she needed to be there for her.
It wasn't a secret that Butch and Buttercup's divorce had something to do with a third party. Blossom could see it in Buttercup's eyes, the way it subconsciously looks at the mirrors, as if searching for a reason. A reason as to why her ex-husband found someone else. She could prsctically hear her thoughts.
Was she not pretty enough? Kind enough? Encouraging enough? Simply enough for him?
Those thoughts made Blossom want to tear that man apart. Before that, though...
"We should go check on her. She might need us to be there for her."
Brick could only nod as he watched his wife searching for the keys to the car. Buttercup was strong, but was she strong enough to handle the news? The news that her husband's mistress finally decided to appear, in public without any shame?