Destroyed
Chapter 7
Katherine
Disclaimer: I do not own the Powerpuff Girls. No Copyright Intended. I do however own the story/plot line because I made that up all by myself.
I'm running panicked up to my room for safety.
"Oh, no you don't." he yells and grabs my ankle pulling me down.
I scream and kick him in the head, while he staggers back I take the advantage and go to my room. I swear because my door doesn't have a lock so I hide in my closet, thowing randow chothes and shoes over me to hide me. I peek through the slidding, and hold my breath.
"Katherine? Katherine, where are you?" he says slow and creepily.
I rummage in my jeans pocket for my phone and I immedeatly dial Buttercup's number.
Buttercup's P.O.V
I'm laughing at something Mitch said. Mitch and I are at the ruff's house, I usually come here when I'm not at home. My phone rings and the caller ID says it's Bubbles. I calm my laughing and answer and put it on speaker phone
"Hey, sup baby?"
"Hey, Bea." the guys and Mitch say in union.
I smile but then my smile fades as I hear shaky breaths and I can almost see her crying frightened.
"Buttercup? Am I on speaker phone?" she said so quietly her voice strianing.
"Um.. yeah." I said.
"Take me off, please. I need to talk to you alone." she said.
"Even if I do the guys can hear you, super-hearing remember?" I said sarcastic eventhough I know I shouldn't be at this moment.
"Well, then make them leave, please." she pleadded.
I frurrowed my brow in confusion. I got up from the couch and went in the kitchen.
"Okay, I left the room. What's wrong, baby?" I asked.
"He's doing it agian." she said then sniffed.
"Do-Doing what?" I ask not liking where this is going.
"He's calling me Katherine." she said.
I dropped my phone on the tile floor, oh no. The guys came rushing in.
End of Buttercup's P.O.V
I heard a drop.
"Buttercup? Buttercup can you hear me?" I ask whispering harshly.
It took a while but she answered her breath shaky.
"Yeah, I'm here." she said.
I heard the my bedroom door opening, I became stiff.
"Oh no he's found me." I said whispering,
"Where are you?" she asked.
"In my closet." I said whispering.
"Katherine, stop playing around." he said looking around in my room, scanning it carefully like a cat.
He comes to the closet and opens it, I gasp.
"There you are, Katherine." he said and pulled me up.
My phone dropped in my closet. You all know Ms. Keane right? Well her first name was Katherine. I was 13 at the time, Professor was happier than I've ever seen him. We all saw it, my sisters, the guys, the people of Townsville, even the villians, everyone saw how truly happy he was. They got married 2 days before my birthday, we were so happy. All that changed after I turned 14 back when I used to dance. My winter dance recitle came up, Ms. Keane, my new mother, was running late.
She had a conference at the school. My recitle started at 6pm, her conference was at 5:30pm, and she was rushing through traffic to get to my recitle in time. She didn't pay attention to the black ice on the road. After that, Professor blamed me for her death. That's probably why he beats me. It all makes sence now, I can't believe I haven't seen it before.
He would alway say, "If it weren't for you, she'd still be here. You and your damn recitle."
When he was pelting me with his belt or whip. He pushed me on my bed and started grinding against me. I strugged, putting up a fight. He held my wrist down with his hands, his grip getting tighter with each struggle I give, then he knees my thighs, to stop my kicking.
"Stop, stop it daddy! Please, stop! Get off me!" I yell and he kisses me all over, tounge tracing my collarbone.
"Why, are you being so difficult? Hold still, Katherine!" He shouted at me after he slapped me.
Tears roll down my face, "Daddy, please stop. I'm not Katherine. I'm not Katherine!" I yell.
He stops and looks cunfused, dumb-founded.
"What, of course you are!" he yells.
I shake my head violently, "No I'm not. It's me daddy, It's Bubbles. Your little girl. I'm not Katherine. I'm not Katherine." I said calmly.
He staggered off me and off my bed, "Bubbles?" he asks, dumb-founded.
"Yeah, daddy it's me. I'm not Katherine." I said.
His face becomes horrified and he leaves my room. I grab my shirt from the floor where he ripped it off me. It's always worse, the beating, when he calls me Katherine. He sexually abuses me, I'm still a virgin though.
He only did this one other time, when I was 14, 3 weeks after Katherine Marie Keane-Utonium's death. Buttercup came home and saw him over me on the couch, trying but I kept kneeing him in places and punching him, Buttercup became enraged and flew him off me crashing into the kitchen wall, becoming unconcious. I scramble up and search reantically for my phone. I finally found it,
"Buttercup? Buttercup? Are you still there?" I ask panicked thinking she hung up.
"Yes baby, I'm here. Is he gone." she said and I could tell she was crying the way her voice croaked.
"Yeah, can you get me out of here. Please, I don't think I can wait until your birthday, even if it is in just a week. I need to get out now." I said crying ino the phone.
"Alright, he didn't do it did he?" she asked
"Almost." I said, I heard her sigh of relief.
"I'm coming, I'll be there soon, baby." she said.
I nodded, "Okay, I'll wait for you here." I said.
"Okay, I'm coming now. You'll be safe soon." she said then hung up.
Buttercup's P.O.V
I heard her screams, I started to cry uncontollably, holding my hand over my mouth. I shaily sat on one of the breakfat bar stools, clutching my phone in my hand hearing her tell our father she is not his lost love. Mitch came and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close. The guys standed ther shocked not sure what to do, they started to cry too. Boomer most of all.
I heard silence after she said, "Yeah, daddy it's me. I'm not Katherine."
Then I heard a scuffle and then a quiet relieved voice,"Buttercup? Buttercup? Are you still there?"
It took me awhile to gather myself to reply.
"Yes baby, I'm here. Is he gone."
"Yeah, can you get me out of here. Please, I don't think I can wait until your birthday, even if it is in just a week. I need to get out now." she said crying ino the phone.
"Alright, he didn't do it did he?" I said already waling to the dodr putting on my boots.
"Almost." she said.
I sighed of relief. "I'm coming, I'll be there soon, baby."
"Okay, I'll wait for you here." she said.
"Okay, I'm coming now. You'll be safe soon." I said then hang up.
Ignoring the guys's protests of 'what's going on', 'where are you going?' 'We're coming with you." I flew home as fast as I could. Hoping the guys will let us crash there tonight.
End of Buttercup's P.O.V