Destroyed

Chapter 5

A Day Devoted To Art

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

Blossom left, she's going to stay the night at Kayla's, her BFF's house tonight and then go to school with her tomorrow because it'll be Monday, yippee. Plus, around this time next Monday we'll be on Christmas break, can't wait! I woke up around 11am, it's the latest I've slept. I look outside while stretching, my Betty Boop tank top riding up when I do. I put my arms down. It's really sunny out, the perfect day to draw. Not to hot, not too cold, just right, well it could get colder it is winter after all.

I take a shower and get dressed. I'm wearing my dark blue jeans, and light blue and green sweatshirt. I brush out my hair and leave it down, my hair is really wavy. Sometimes I hate that it's not straight but then I think that it would be boring so I'm growing to love my wavy hair. I put in my sparkly blue head band that has a blue rose on the right side. I grab my black snow boots, on the end of the strings there are puff balls, I giggle absently. I rummage through my closet and find my art supplies. I put it into my blue messenger bag, it has an octopus design on it. Boomer bought it for me for my birthday when I turned 15, last year. I tiptoe quietly downstairs and tiptoe to the front hall to put on my boots, I hear a snore and I tense up. I turn my head slowly and I find Professor, a almost empty beer in one hand and in the other a cigarette. He's sprawled in his recliner, sleeping soundly and snoring loudly. I smile at him.

Yes, I smile at the man who makes me feel like shit. Yes, I smile at the man who beats me so much I think he killed me everytine I black out. And yes, I smile at the man who thinks of me as a waste. I smile at him because this man is still my father, this man still taught me so much, this man who used to praise my sisters and I equally, this man who I was never afraid of, of who I felt safe with. This man who is broken, I do pity my father. He has lost so much, but if only he knew he wasn't as alone as he thought. I'm still here and I still know deep down inside of him, he is digusted with himself for what he's done and still doing to me. He is still my daddy.

I inch forward passed him, and I hear him whisper "Katherine." In his sleep.

I tense agian, and I get out of the house so fast, dragging my boots and coat with me. Not caring that the cold winter air makes it difficult to fly.

I stop at the park and put on my boots and my coat. It's really windy, I bet it wouldn't even be that cold out today if not for the wind. Once I'm all warm and tosty, I get out my scetch pad and drawing pencils along with 2 erasers. I sit on a bench in the far corner of the park near the forest, curl my legs under to get comfortable. Once settled and ready to start, pencil sharpened and in hand, I'm faced with a blank white page wondering what to do. I look around, no one is here except me, the snow, the passing cars and the little forest animals scurring about. And then I see it, the pefect picture to capture. The snow on trees. I start to draw.

I draw for hours, sitting in the now freezing cold, but I don't feel the cold, I'm completely engrossed in my drawing. By the time I'm done the 4 trees that I drew look so live-like, and 3-D. I hear a chuckle and turn to find Butch hovering over me.

"What is it, Butch?" I ask, he smiles at me.

"You might be the single most craziest girl I know, to come out side in the middle of winter to draw, not even caring that she's freezing." he said.

I giggled and smiled, "I'd come out in a hurricane, just to capture the picture." I said joking.

"You know what, I think you actually would." he said.

"C'mon, wanna go get some hot coca?" he asked.

I smiled. "Sure, but your paying."

I put my things away and put the messanger bag over my shoulder.

"Your just trying to break me, aren't you?" he asked smiling.

"You know me so well." I said teased back.

He put an arm around my shoulder, "Course I do." he said then kissed me on the side of my head when he pulled me to him. I laughed.

I sipped my fresh hot coca, I smiled at the warmth. I never knew how cold I was, until I touched my own skin. It felt like ice, like ice that never melts, always cold. I look at my phone for the time it said 4pm. I was outside drawing trees for 5 hours straight! In the middle of winter no less. I can never really know how far or how long I'll leave this world and travel through my imagignation. Butch sat down across from me.

"So, what are you getting me for Christmas?" he asked smirking.

I laughed, "I'm not telling you." I said.

"Oh why not?" he asked smirking wider.

"Do you want me to be honest?" I asked with a sheepish grin.

"Aren't you always?" he asked confused but still smirking. No.

"Yeah, of course I am. Well for 1, telling you would ruin the surprise, and 2, I really don't know. What do you want?" I asked blushing a little in embarassment.

He looked like he was deep in thought, then his smirk faded and he became serious, took a deep breath.

"I want you to tell me the truth, the whole truth, nothing but the truth. Got it?"

I laughed nervously. "A-Am I in trouble or something? Did I do something wrong?" I ask not really liking serious Butch.

"No, Bea, it's nothing you did. But it's something that someone is doing to you." He said, I got tense.

Does he know? How could he? Buttercup would never tell him, would she?

"What do you mean, Butch." I said nervous.

He sighed, "I want you to tell me who is abusing you." He whispered so no one could evesdrop.

Tears started briming my eyes, no way will I tell him. But it would feel good to have someone to confide in other than my sister.

"How did you find out?" I asked trying to control my wavering voice.

His serious gaze softened as he saw me barely keeping control over myself.

"This morining you were sleeping on your stomach, and since you were in a tank top, I saw your back. At first I thought that I was seeing things, I saw a black thread on your back. Thinking immedeatly it was stitches, I have had them before ya know. You girls did used to be our sworne enemies. Now tell me Bea, why would you have stitches on your back? What other explaination, than someone either whiped you or belted you." he said.

I gulped, I didn't know what to say.

So I panicked, "Thanks for the coca, Butch. It was really good." I said downing the rest of it in one gulp, burning my troat in the process.

I grabbed my bag and then I threw out the cup and walked out, well more like flew out, hearing him call out to me.

When I got home, Professor was still in his chair but he was watching TV and back to sleep. I went up to my room and sighed, setting my messenger bag by my Vanity then plopping on my bed as tears fell.