On the car ride home, Bubbles sat in the back and held Blossom's hand. Buttercup was in complete shock how someone could hit her sister. Professor was at a loss of words. Once the family got home, Blossom rushed to the door.

"Blossom! Blossom, get over here!" Professor cried.

"I fell! You are making a big deal over the fact I fell!" Blossom cried.

"You did not fall!" Bubbles cried. "Why can't you admit Dexter attacked you?"

"Okay, fine! He did hit me! Happy?" Blossom plopped on the couch.

"Blossom, how could he do this?" Professor cried.

"I deserved it! I yelled at him and I forgot to tell him I was going to tutor someone. He had a right to hit me." Blossom said.

"Do you hear yourself right now! Listen to yourself!" Buttercup screamed. "Professor, I'm sorry but this isn't the first time he's done this."

"Buttercup!" Blossom cried.

"She has this ugly black and blue bruise on her rib cage and bruises on her arms!" Buttercup explained. "Bubbles saw them too!"

"Is this true?" Professor asked in shock.

Blossom tried to walk away but Bubbles held her down and Buttercup lifted the side of her blouse. Professor looked like he as going to throw up.

"He did this to you in Boston?" He said in disbelief.

"No...well...yes...but he pushed me because I was talking to another guy and he was mad that the schools he wanted to notice him were all talking to me..." Blossom explained.

"Are you really sticking up for him?" Bubbles screamed through tears.

The doorbell rang and Buttercup ran to answer it. It was a floral delivery man delivering pink roses for Blossom.

"An order for Blossom." the delivery man said.

"If they are from a Dexter, tell him to take them and shove it up his ass!" Buttercup spat and slammed the door.

She opened the door and said to the delivery man, "I'm sorry for yelling."

"Apology accepted." He replied.

Buttercup closed the door and went back to her family.

"Blossom, you are to break up with him!" Professor said.

"Professor, he loves me and he is only doing this because he only cares." Blossom cried.

"Oh yeah, because I forgot, being his punching bag is love." Buttercup spat. "Are you really that dense, sister? What happened to the girl I knew that ordered me and Bubbles around and came up with strategies to help us fight monsters and bad guys? What happened to her?"

Blossom was at a loss for words. She knew Buttercup was right. Since she had gotten into a relationship with Dexter, she had not really been herself. He called the shots. Blossom walked upstairs to her room.

"Where are you going?" Bubbles asked.

"To my room. I need to lay down." Blossom said.


That Night...

Blossom had not come out of her room. She was in shock still that Dexter hit her like that. Bubbles walked in to check on her. She brought up a bowl of chicken soup.

"Are you okay?" she asked.

"Why would he do that?" Blossom said.

"Because he is insecure and jealous of you and it makes him feel like a man when he hits you. He also has an anger problem that he takes out on you. You don't deserve it and you need to get out of it." Bubbles said. "I hate seeing you like this. So does Buttercup. In fact, it is taking so much for her not to go over to his house and attack him."

"Why isn't she?"

"She says he's a coward and would probably threaten to get a lawyer." Bubbles chuckled. "Your phone was blowing up downstairs. I came to bring it to you."

Blossom took her phone from Bubbles and saw she had 54 missed calls from Dexter. She even had text messages from him. They all read:

I'm so sorry.

I don't know what came over me. I'm sorry.

Did you get my flowers?

I am ashamed of my actions.

PLEASE PICK UP YOUR PHONE!

Blossom threw her phone on her bed. She was tired and still in shock.

"Professor made you chicken soup. Don't worry, it's real chicken from the poor chickens. Not tofu, unfortunatly." Bubbles giggled.

"My stomach hurts to eat." Blossom said.

"Professor says you don't have to go to school tomorrow or the next day. Do you want me to bring your school work?" Bubbles asked.

"I don't know what I want, Bubbles." Blossom said.

Buttercup walked in their room to check on Blossom.

"How do you feel?" Buttercup asked.

"Not good." Blossom said.

"Professor is pissed. He wants to press charges." Buttercup said.

"Why do you guys keep mentioning pressing charges?" Blossom asked in frustration.

"Because he beat you!" Buttercup spat.

Blossom's phone started to buzz. Buttercup picked it up and said, "Stop calling her asshole!"

"Why did you do that?" Blossom asked.

"Because he deserves it. I bet you he may call you again." Buttercup said.

With that, she was right. Dexter called Blossom's phone again. Blossom picked up and said, "Dexter, please stop calling and texting."

"Blossom, I'm so sorry. I did not mean to hit you like that! Please forgive me." Dexter said frantically.

"Look, Dexter, please give me space for now."

"Space? You mean you want to break up?"

"I don't know what I want. But listen, if you give me space, I won't press charges."

"Press charges? It was an accident!"

"I know. But I need space...Dexter, please give me space. I need time to think."

Blossom hung up on Dexter without listening to what he had to say.

"What does he want?" Buttercup asked.

"He wants me to forgive him..." Blossom said. "I told him I need time to think. I'm still distraught."

"Blossom, I'm not one to support break ups but I would break up with him. He doesn't deserve you. He's crazy." Bubbles said.

"And no one deserves to get beaten...except Mojo or Fuzzy and the rest of them, but seriously." Buttercup said.

"If you want, hang out with Ms. Bellum. She said if we needed anything, we can go to her." Bubbles said.

"We are here for you, sis." Buttercup said putting a hand on Blossom's shoulder.