Destroyed

Chapter 1

No One Knows

Disclaimer: I do not own The Powerpuff Girls. But I do own the plot/story line because I made that up with my brain. No copyright intended

Nobody knows. Well, 2 people know but one just doesn't care. Blossom is watching me get abused by Professor, she's not doing anything to help me, and she's just watching and smirking. I had accidentally broken a plate while doing dishes. Blossom was yelling at me that I'm not doing it correctly, I got so mad, that I broke the plate while scrubbing. It didn't matter that I had cut my hand and wrist, what did matter was the fact that I broke fine china that Blossom gave to Professor for Christmas a few years ago. You may ask yourself, how could this happen? How could Blossom just watch me become beaten by our father? How could Professor beat me? Well I really don't know the answers, If I did I wouldn't be doing whatever the hell it was that I was doing for the reason of his violence towards me.

Well he did become and alcoholic, all because of one stupid scientific breakthrough theory had failed. And Blossom, I guess she feels envious of me, which she has no reason to be. She is the smart, pretty, scratch that, gorgeous one of the Powerpuff Girls. She gets all the good grades, all the nerds who are oddly very hot, and all the awards, scholarships, metals, even stupid golden star stickers. But me, yeah sure I'm beautiful, but I'm just artistic. I'm never really going anywhere in life, academically speaking, I'm lucky if I can keep my grades above a C- average. Because we all know that to get anywhere in life we need diplomas, bachelor's degrees, master's degrees, etc… because every job out there has that as a requirement.

And Buttercup, she's not home. She's mostly never home, she knows about what Professor and Blossom are doing to me, but she doesn't know how to help. She has pretty much been my rock for the past 2 years and a half. I'm going to be turning 17 in a few months, meaning that Buttercup will be turning 18 in a month's time, my birthday is May 27th and her birthday is January 15th. We're in December now just 2 weeks away from Christmas. Anyway, that means that she can move out and get an apartment and I can move in with her, we have been saving up ever since it started. She said to me after she found me in the corner of my room clutching Octi close to me as blood flows down my arms and legs when I was 14, when it all started. "Oh baby blue, what did he do to you? I promise you, I will get you out. Don't know when or how, but I swear to you I will get you out." She said determined while hugging me. Buttercup is really the only real sister I have.

I scream out as his belt meets my back… Again. I'm crying, begging him to stop. But it's no use, it never is. He stops whenever he feels like it. I'm wishing for Buttercup to come home, usually when she does, he stops immediately. I think he knows that Buttercup will fight him, and he knows he won't stand a chance against her, she is not the strong one for nothing. And as if she heard my wish, Buttercup comes home and gives a death glare to both Blossom and Professor. He stops, gets a beer and goes down to his old lab, followed by a scowling, rolling eyed Blossom. As soon as they are gone, Buttercup's face softens and she looks at me.

Buttercup's P.O.V

I look at her, I really look at her. My baby sister with bruises covering her arms, back and legs, and her back is bare except for her bra, with red slash marks. Some of them are open and gushing out blood, getting on her clothes. How could he just do this to her? How could Blossom let this happen and not care about it? I mean when we were little and I would pick on Bubbles, Blossom would tell me to shove it and get some help, but now she just watches as Bubbles get beaten to death. That's what I'm afraid of. That one of these beating are going to go too far, and when she passes out because of the pain she won't wake up.

That's why I've been saving up and I know she has been too, I plan to get an apartment where we could live and get her away from them. I'm dead set on it. I don't want to live in fear wondering if this will be the time she doesn't wake up. I've caught her trying to commit suicide too many times to count. She just wants it to end, and I can't blame her, but taking her life won't solve anything. I know she keeps a flask under her bed that's filled with Antidote X for that reason. And she knows that I find it in whatever hiding spot she put it in her room and dump it then throw out the flask. And I know she refills it every time, with a water bottle or some other container. Damn it! My birthday can't come soon enough, can it?

End of Buttercup's P.O.V

She comes to me and picks me up.

"Come on, sweet pea let's get you cleaned up." She said soothingly as she carried me up to my room.

I have a built-in bathroom and walk-in closet within my room, we all do. She gave me a bath. It's not weird, it's normal. She always cleans me up after a beating. First she gives me a bath to clean out the dried blood and stuff, and then she dresses my wounds and gives me stitches if she has too. I hate needles but I've become numb to them over the years so I don't see the point in wincing when it goes through my skin.

Turns out she did have to give me stitches, she told me that one of the slash marks broke open my skin. I think something darkly, and I speak it instead of keeping it in.

"Hey, BC? Do you ever feel like your sewing up a rag doll when you do this?" I ask smirking and putting it bluntly with ill-humor.

Buttercup stops for a minute that felt like hours before she said "No." quietly and sternly.

I know I've gone too far, "I'm sorry."

"It's alright" was all she said and she finished cleaning me up in silence.

I got in my PJ's which are sweat pants that say 'Gymnastics' down the side and a plain black tank top. I'm on the Gymnastics team, it's one of the things where I feel free the other is art. I have a bunch of painted canvases stacked in my walk-in closet. I get snuggled into bed, Buttercup sits at the edge of my bed.

"How are you feeling, baby?" she asks sweetly.

"Much better. I always feel better when you take care of me, thank you for doing it." I said resting my head on my pillow.

"If I don't, who will?" she asks to no one in particular, but knowing it's true.

I swear a tear just fell from her eye, "Hey BC? Do you wanna camp out in my room for tonight?" I ask.

She nodded I made room for her and she held me close as if I would fade away at any second.

"I'm getting you out of this hell hole no matter what. How much have you saved?" she asks.

"Um… about 600 or more, due to babysitting and my job at Freezies." I said.

Freezies is a frozen yogurt shop, but during colder months it is a restaurant.

"Alright, I have about the same, so we should be fine. I'll start looking for apartments when it gets close to my birthday, okay?" she said, I nodded.

"Goodnight BC." I said stifling a yawn, she kissed the back of my head.

"Goodnight, Bubbly." She said and we were soon out cold.