Chapter 2- Fighting and Tears

I woke up to the sound of my cell phone ringing about on the nightstand. The called ID read Buttercup. I sat up. "Hello?" I said, my voice sounding scratchy.

"Hey, Bloss, are you okay? You were supposed to come to work this morning. I figured I'd call to see what was up." I glanced at the clock. 2:55 P.M. I was supposed to be at Xclusive hours ago. I shot up from my bed.

"Oh gosh, Buttercup, I'm so sorry! I must have overslept," I cried as I rummaged through my drawers for an outfit, "I'll be there in a flash!" I disconnected and got to getting dressed. I looked in the mirror and saw a complete mess staring back at me. My hair was in desperate need of a cut, my nails needed a fresh layer of pink polish, and my boobs were practically bursting out of my shirt!

People say that having big breasts is a blessing. They lied! It's means a sore back and expensive bras!

I slid on a black turtleneck to restrain the puppies on my chest. Then a pair of blue jeans with my favorite pink fluffy boots. I forced my thigh-length hair into a pony, grabbed my cell, and went for the door. The apartment was vacant; Brick nowhere to be found. Typical Brick. Every time we have an argument he disappears.

I raced through Townsville, my pink streak following close behind. I ran through the store to see that Buttercup was curled up in the back on her cell. "I've gotta go," she whispered and disconnected. "Hey Blossom!" she greeted. I smiled.

"Sorry I'm late." I went behind the register.

Buttercup shook her head. "No problem. Oddly, it's been pretty quiet today, so only a couple of people came in. But look, I've got to be going." I nodded.

"Sure." She left without another word. Since there weren't any costumers, I decided to call Brick. Maybe after he's blown off some steam he'll want to talk. I dialed and waited for an answer. Nothing. I dialed again, just to see if he'd pick up and nothing.

Today was pretty slow. It was close to closing time and I had only marked up about 15 customers. Just as I locked the register and was about to lock up, someone came through the front door. "Sorry, we're closed. Come back to-" I looked at the tall, muscular figure in front of me. "Brick? What the hell are you doing here?"

"I need to talk to you Blossom. You weren't at the apartment, so I knew you'd be here." He reeked of alcohol and cigarette smoke, a smell that I was not to fond of.

"No, Brick, I've got to close. You should have answered when I called you earlier!" I spat, brushing past him. He grabbed my arm. "Brick, let go!" He snorted and pulled me close.

"We're gonna talk!" He yanked me closer.

"No! I have nothing more to say to you!" People were now starting through the glass outside. "We're in public! People are watching! Stop!" He pulled me down to the floor and had my arms pinned. The more I struggled, the more he laughed.

"I deserve an apology!" His weight on my ribs was started to hurt. I aimed my knee for his balls but failed. The sound of police sirens were now echoing through the streets. A marked car parked in front of the store and two policemen ran into the store.

"Hands up, scumbag!" one yelled to Brick, pulling him off of me while the other helped me to my feet. Brick flailed around, yelling and cursing. I started at him, humiliated.

"I-I'm fine, really. He didn't hurt me." I said, watching Brick and the cop practically wrestling. "Brick, just stop!" He went into a total fit of rage.

"We're gonna have to take him in. You're his girlfriend?" I nodded. "We're taking him for domestic battery and resisting arrest. Would you like to press charges, miss?"

"Of course not! He didn't mean it!" I cried, tears now rolling down my cheeks.

"Take him." They handcuffed Brick and headed out of the door. By now, people were watching like this was a televised program. I was crying hysterically, picking up the tables Brick knocked over. I threw the clothes on the table and called Buttercup. She answered on the third ring.

"Hey Blossom, what's up?" I tried to speak but all that came out was sobbing and sniffling. "Bloss, are you okay? What's wrong? Are you crying?"

I managed to speak a little clearer. "C-Come to the store!" I cried, wiping my tears on my sweater. With that, she disconnected. Five minutes later, Buttercup burst through the door.

"Oh my God! Blossom, what happened?!" She kneeled down next to me on the floor. I wiped my face again and sniffed.

"Blossom!" She took my face in her hand. "Just tell me. It's okay. Whatever happened, it's over now, okay?" I nodded, gathering up the gumption to explain.

"I was just about to close and leave when Brick came. H-He must have have been drunk because he smelled like alcohol. We were arguing and... and..." I gulped. I was usually the one that helped my sisters with their problems. Now here I was, spilling my guts to Buttercup. My life is so backwards.

Buttercup clenched her fists. "Blossom, did Brick force you to do anything? Because if he did, I'll kill him!" I shook my head.

"N-No... We started fighting. Physically fighting. Someone saw him on top of me and they called the cops..." I started to tear up again

Buttercup nodded, looking me straight in the eye.

"He's going to jail all because of me! It's my fault!" I started bawling my eyes out once again. I hugged my knees tightly and cried, wiping my makeup all over my jeans.

"It's not your fault, Blossom! Stop blaming yourself for Brick's mistakes!" Buttercup took me by my shoulder and shook me. "Blossom, this is your chance to really change things. You don't deserve this!"

She was right. Brick treated me like crap, but then he shows me the beautiful side of him. The side I fell in love with. Then he treats me like crap again.

"Look, stay at my place tonight, okay? We can talk there. It's late." Buttercup smiled to cheer me up.

"N-No, it's okay. I need to go home. Plus, I'm starving." I sniffed.

"Then we'll get takeout! And then you're coming to my place. Come on, Bloss. I'll call Bubbles and it'll like old times. You need to be around your sisters." Buttercup hugged me tight. I agreed. We went to a Chinese restaurant and ate there.

My mind was still stuck on Brick. He was probably in jail right now because of me. I could have told them not to arrest him but I didn't. He probably hates me. But maybe this is what I need. For the past couple of weeks, it's been nothing but fighting between us. It makes me sick to my stomach that we can't be a normal couple; two people that love eachother and would never hurt one another. Yet, I still love him. And I'm not sure if this feeling will ever go away.

R&R!