I am so, so sorry that it took me forever to update.

I had school and I got myself addicted to this roleplay website, and I was just doing so much stuff this story got neglected.

I will make it up to everyone, I promise. I will make a fanfic story for anyone who asks, and have it up by a date of their chose.

Again, I'm sorry, so please enjoy.

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I was surprised at how much easy it was to climb the volcano than it thought it would be. The days may be getting longer but it was dark now so I was glad that I got to the top. I was also glad my sisters and I had added a walkway for the stupid monkey when we first built his laboratory on top of the volcano. I knocked on the door hoping it was loud enough for someone inside to hear and come. I was freezing and the cuts on my wrist had re-opened in my struggle up the mountain. I couldn't really do much about it while I climbed but so I was weak now that I didn't know how much longer I could stand up. The door finally open, I tried hard to force a smile on my face. It was Brick who had answered. "Hey," I said. I hadn't realized how much the beating had hurt my voice. It didn't even sound like my voice anymore.

"What do you want?" Brick asked. I knew he was looking speciously at me, but there was nothing I could really do. I knew I was in a bad condition physically and there was no way of hiding my beating. I wondered what he thought had happened to me. He would eventually find out what had happened when I told Butch good-bye. Either Butch would yell it out, or Brick would stay in the room when I spilled everything.

"I would like to talk with Butch. Is he here?" I asked. I felt so weird asking this. It wasn't a strange request, but it was the whole situation I was in. Brick looked surprised at my request but he covered it up well and let me inside the building. It didn't look that much different from when my sisters and I built it so many years ago. The tubes and all the glass cages Mojo had used to change the monkeys at the Zoo just like him. The inside now looked like the inside of a real house.

"So who was…?" A person said from the couch, turning to look at us. The instant Butch saw it was me, he flew over to me. I wished now that I didn't look like I did. I didn't want to show Butch how weak I was at this farewell. I felt him grab my shoulders lightly, and I was relieved to have them there. I felt like I was going to fall to the ground, but I knew Butch would keep me standing. "Buttercup, what's wrong? I thought we agreed not to come to each other's house. Don't get me wrong, I'm happy to see you, but why are you here?" Butch half yelled. In truth there was no real agreement not to go to the other's house. It was obvious that Butch couldn't come to my house with my sisters acting the way that they do, and without my powers I never thought I would be climbing the volcano to get to his. So it was like an unsaid agreement to not go.

I took a step away, I didn't want to be close to him right now. I would break down before him if I was. He reached out for my hand, but it was my cut wrist and I knew he would find the blood if I let him. I forced a smile on my face as I looked at him. "I just came to say good-bye and thank you for making me happy, at least for the little while we were together." I could not be here anymore. I had come to say what I wanted to. I started to walk out then, dreading the climb back down. Maybe I could just throw myself in the volcano, that way no one would ever see my body again. However, Butch grabbed my wrist and turned me back to him. I did not want to see the hurt and confusion on his face at that moment. It made me sick knowing I was the one who had made him show such expressions.

"Good bye? Do you mean like you want to break up?" Butch asked. I looked at the ground not knowing how to respond to his question. I did not want to break up with Butch, but I did want my life to end. And if my life was going to end that would mean our relationship would end as well. I felt like crying at that thought. I tried to hide my face from Butch, as I wiped a single tear away from my face, but I knew he saw it anyway. "They did it again, didn't they?" It surprised me at how calm his voice was. I nodded. They had done so much to me, but it was also the Professor, not even protecting me when he saw what they were doing to me. He even wanted them punish me more for yelling in the house. I couldn't take it anymore. I needed comfort. I threw myself into Butch's arms, barred my face in his chest, and started crying. I couldn't help it anymore. I could sense Butch's anger towards my family, it was understandable.

"They were terrible, Butch! Even the Professor this time. They had me on the floor, unable to protect myself to any extant. I had screamed, wanting help but the Professor did nothing. No he did do something. He looked at me and told them to punish me for him because he was too busy to take care of the problem child." I cried. I was alone. I was weak, and I was done. I was going to finish this as soon as I had finished saying good bye to Butch. "This is the last night I want to feel like this. I'm done! I just want everything to be over and done with tonight! No more of anything!" I wish I had brought my razor with me. That way I didn't have to go home to finish the job I started back in my room. I did not want to have to go back to my house. I did not want my sisters to find my body first. At least I left my diary as a suicide note of sorts. If only I had written what had happen today in my diary, that way everyone who read it would know what hell looked like.

Butch suddenly pulled away from me. True I wanted to kill myself, but I didn't want to leave Butch's arms just yet. I was just so comfortable and safe and loved in his arms. I would actually want to die in his arms, die in the one place that made me feel the safest. However, I knew Butch would not want that, he wouldn't allow it. It wasn't until I heard him yell at Brick to get the first aid kit and Brick run off before I realized Butch was looking at my wrists. The new cuts as well as the scars I had tried so hard to hide from the world were now visible. All the ones I had made to in the past three months were bright white scars while the newer ones were scabbed over and dark red. The newest of the new, the ones I had made tonight were the brightest red. Some of the blood was dried on part of my arm that I had not cut, making the new wounds a lot worse and more numerous. I tried to take my wrist and my body away from Butch's angry look, but he was not letting me go. He was so angry, his strength was increasing. I had never seen Butch this angry since he they day my sisters and I defeated him and his brothers but breaking down their 'masculinity'. His strength was actually starting to make the fresh cuts bleed again. I liked the pain I was getting from my wrists but I did not think that Butch would be happy to know that he was causing me pain.

"Buttercup, why?!" Butch yelled. He started to squeeze my wrists, making a tourniquet out of his hands. I wonder if he even realized that it was because of him that the cuts started bleeding again, probably not. Butch was too mad at me and most likely my sisters as well to even understand the little things. Butch was a very smart man, no one could say different, but when he got super emotional he didn't really think things through, much like me before all this happened. "You should have contacted me as soon as you could. Why would you do something like this?" Butch asked, a little softer this time. His head was probably clearing the insensible anger out and making him see that he shouldn't be mad at this moment. Butch's anger was a lot like a fire one things like that. When you add fuel to it, it roars up immensely, but as soon as it's gone the fire is basically done. "Buttercup, I..."

"It just felt so good, Butch." I mumbled, cutting him off. I looked away from him as well; I could see the hurt in his eyes as I told him why I did what I did to my body. My gaze went everywhere around the room, trying to keep off Butch. It was at this time that Brick came back with a white box with a red cross on it. Butch picked me up then and sat me on his lap on the couch while he took the first aid kit from Brick and started to care for my wrist properly. I watched him work knowing I had to explain to him everything that had happened. I bit my tongue lightly before I started to talk. "I cut for the first time on the day we started talking, all those months ago. That's why I almost fell; I did not know how much blood I could lose before I could walk. I have been cutting ever since. The pain of everything they had done to me, all of it, it all flowed out with the blood. It just felt so nice, after the first cut I just couldn't stop. I told you this was the last night I wanted to feel like this. I want it all to end." Butch pulled the bandage around my wrist tightly, a little too tight causing me to wince in the pain. However, I didn't know if Butch had done it on purpose of not.

"Does that 'all' include us?" Butch asked me, putting away the rest of the gauze. When he looked up at me, his face had barely any emotion on it. His eyes held some sort of mixed emotion that I could not name; it was like sadness and anger mixed into one. It seemed almost unsettling to see such a face on him with emotion in only in his eyes. "Do you want us to end us as well?" I held my wrist tightly; bring it up to my chest. Did I want us to end? No, I would never want that. However, I did want my life to end, and this relationship I had with Butch was all that was keeping me alive and helping me deal with my terrible family. So, if I had to end the only good part of my life to get away from everything that was bad about it, then I would. I was really back to square one at this point in my life. Butch sighed and started rubbing his head, and I knew from experience that he only did that when he got really, really stressed out. "Buttercup, answer me one question, and answer me truthfully." Butch said, continuing to rub his temples. I would have answered truthfully in this case anyway; I really didn't have the strength to lie to him today. "If you could, would you leave that house?"

"Butch, I can't, they're my family." I shuddered at the word. No matter what they did to me, no matter how much torment they subjected to my body, they were still family. I couldn't say I would stick up for them if they were in trouble like family would do because I knew they would not do the same for me. I hated them. I hated every single breath they took and wanted to end their breathing once and for all, or mine since I would not be able to fight either of them in the condition I was in.

"Those people are not your family, Buttercup. Would you leave them if you had another place to go?" Butch said, almost urgently. Was this his way of trying to get me not to kill myself? Was he trying to get me to think of something I knew could never happen? Butch had found out about all of this today, he cannot think that I haven't gone through all the other possibilities before this.

"Yes, I would leave. But where would I go, Butch? Tell me where the hell I can go to escape and never be found?" There was no where I could go. I was stuck in the hell hole that was my own house and I was never going to be able to leave. I couldn't create a new identity and live where no one knew me because I would always be Buttercup Utonium. I would always be the toughest fighter of the super powered group known as the Power Puff Girls. Or at least I once was, the removal of that title was removed thanks to my sisters. No, Butch was right about one thing. They were not my family. Family was a group of people who loved and cared for you no matter what happened. They did not hurt each other purposely and continue to do it for about a year. The people that lived in the Utonium house hold held the same name as I did and my 'sisters' were created at the same time I was, but there was nothing keeping me connected to that house besides fear. However, that didn't mean I could leave. If I tried to leave, they would eventually find me and they would do anything possible to bring me back, kicking and screaming if they needed too.

"Here." Butch said without a moment's hesitation. "You will live here with me." I looked at him shocked. He must have been thinking this for a while because how else could he have been able to think I could just move in without thinking of any other place to live. "Buttercup, listen to me please. I want you out of that house. They yell at you, beat you, and then they have the nerve to say that it is entirely your fault. You say that this is something new but you know as well as I do that that is a bull shit lie. They have been looking down on you since the moment that you were all created. It is only now that they have become verbal and physical about it." I couldn't say anything to him, not that I didn't want to. I wanted to tell him it was something that had just started but looking back it was a lie. They blamed me for the incident with tag, I was the one Blossom looked down on when we sat on that asteroid. They had never fully accepted me as their sister, so they always blamed the outsider for the problems.

"Butch," I started sadly, but he stopped me when he grabbed both my hands and held them in his. He then pulled me close and kissed my cheek.

"If you lived her with me, they would never be able to touch you. I can promise you that they would never be able to have you. You know I am stronger than them. My brother's and I will kick them out of our house and you will be safe and away from them for the rest of your life. You can come to the same school as us and you will never have to see them ever again, for the rest of your life." Butch then placed a light kiss my wrist. I didn't know if he did this to kiss away the scares that would always remind me of what they did to me, or is he was trying to hide tears in his eyes. I just knew that Butch would keep that promise of keeping me safe and way from them. But then I thought about something that I don't know if he really thought about. I looked at Brick standing just on the other side of the coffee table. I had forgotten he had been there, which meant he had heard everything we had said.

"Brick, I… You don't…" I bit my bottom lip. I didn't know what I should say to him or Boomer for that matter whenever I saw him. Neither of them knew exactly what was happening to me I did not want to go in to major details to tell them. I wanted to forget that part of my life and just live with Butch where I would be safe. Would they really protect me too? Or at least help Butch kick my abusers out of their house. Would Mojo even do anything once he found me living here? This was not a very thought out plan to live with Butch, but it was the only one I really had for a chance to keep living.

"You don't have to say anything." Brick said, taking the first aid kit away. I looked up at him, not really sure about how to feel about his words. Butch looked surprise at the words, and I was too. Was I really as safe here as Butch made it seem. Even though he said I didn't need to say something, I felt like I had too. Something to at least explain what was going on right now. "Listen Buttercup, I don't know exactly what kind of situation you are in, and you don't have to tell anyone what is going on. That is your business, and it is your choice alone as to you want to tell or not. But what I see with my own eyes, and what I have heard, it would seem you are safer here than anywhere else. We have a guest room that you are welcomed to move into. You can get your stuff tomorrow morning and you will be all set." I didn't know whether to be happy or cautious at this. I mean we weren't enemies anymore; my enemies were the remaining members of the Power Puff Girls. If the Rowdy Ruff Boyz were going to protect me, like a real family should do then I would happily live here.

"Thank you! Thank you, thank you, thank you!" I smiled, and threw my arms around Butch's shoulders and kissed his lips. Butch kissed me back deeply, wrapping his own arms around my waist. It felt so nice to be so close to him. I ran my fingers into his hair, pulling on it playfully. He always liked it when I did it, although I don't know why. He responded my digging his nails into my back before pushing me back against the couch, starting to kiss my neck. I wouldn't have to wait to do this anymore. I could be with Butch always, in his arms, safe. This would have been the thing I missed most in the afterlife. I would never be able to touch the man I loved anymore.

"Well, Buttercup, if you don't want to use the guest bedroom, I am quite sure Butch will love to have to stay in his room with him." Brick said with a smirk. He then started to walk away but turned back to us saying, "If you do, just keep your voices low. I don't want to hear you all night." I could feel my face get bright red from his words.

"Shut the fuck up you annoying bastard!" Butch yelled. I could see Butch's face was slightly red as well, but I knew he was fighting it. I couldn't do that, no matter how much I tried. I covered my face so no one could see my face. I wasn't even thinking of having sex with Butch, not with his brothers and Mojo in the same house. Even if we were alone, I don't think I would be able to do something like that, not yet at least. What made me uncover my face and gasp was the front door literally being kicked in and the two people I did not want to see most in the world came walking in.

"See Bubbles I told you she would be here. This stupid little book of hers said she was dating Butch, so where else would she have gone?" Blossom said waving a small green book lightly. I gasped as I recognized the book she held, my diary. I stayed under Butch, too scared to move or say anything. I even started shaking a little when both their eyes landed on me. How long had Blossom been reading my diary? Had she known about it this whole time and just let me think I had an escape? Had she shown it to anyone else? Blossom knew a lot of people, a lot of people she could persuade into using the diary against me. I pushed Butch off me and sat up. I didn't want to show those bitches my happiness with the only source I had left. Butch could crush them like it was nothing but two against one was still a point against him. I felt comfort when Butch wrapped his arms around me, although I think it was for his own comfort more than mine.

"Buttercup, don't just run away like that, you had us all scared." Bubbles said sweetly. However, I could easily make out the sarcasm that was drenching every word she spoke, not to mention the little bit of anger with it. I didn't know what it would be like if Bubbles snapped. Brick and Butch might have seen Boomer snap, but was angry Boomer the same as angry Bubbles? "We went up to your room because you didn't come down for dinner, and considering that you didn't eat the lunch I made for you, we knew you should be really hungry by now. We were so worried, even when the Professor said you would come down eventually. So after we had all eaten and went to check up on you, imagine our surprise when we saw that sharp razor in your room and all the blood on the carpet. It was a lot of blood; I hope you were not too badly injured." I gripped my wrist through the bandages. I wish they had brought the razor so I could show them how badly I had intended to injure my body because of them. "Buttercup how were we even supposed to find you to make sure you were okay, you didn't even tell us that you were leaving. Good thing Blossom knew where you hid your diary, or we never would have found you. Just a note for next time, when you want to hid something away from us, don't hid it in the most simplest place ever. It is common knowledge that people hid things under their bed." Then Bubbles sweet tone was lost and the look in her eyes darkened. "I hope you intend to clean the blood up when we get home, it was your mess to begin with, so it is only natural that you are the one to clean it up. And you better who it doesn't stain or you will be paying for new carpets." My eyes kept darting in between Bubbles, Blossom and my diary. I wanted my privet word out of their hands and away from their prying eyes. I could never tell what was going on in their twisted minds, and now that they had my book of weaknesses, they could do anything to me.

"Who knew you were such a poet, Buttercup?" Blossom asked, an evil smirk forming on her face as she removed the rubber band from around my book. That was the only thing that was keeping it closed, and all their torments away from prying eyes. She starting flipping through the pages, movies tickets falling to the floor but she didn't even care. The truth and my feeling of the past were running past her eyes and I was helpless to stop here from discriminating against it all. I know she thought of tearing it up, it would be something she would do. Bubbles would have just thrown it at me. Blossom stopped on some pages, skimming them and then moving on as if she was trying to decide what she was going to be reading. All I could do was watch and wait for her to pick something out, while I just sat in Butch's arms. I almost wanted Butch to hit both of them right now, but I knew they would turn it. They had to make the first move if anything was going to happen. "I think we should have an example of how good our dear sister is at writing. Anyone agree with me?" She looked over the edge of the book at me and I shuttered, pressing my back closer to Butch. He was my comfort right now, even if I was still worried as hell about everything that was happening before my eyes. Bubbles raised her hand enthusiastically as if she knew an answer to a really hard math problem. "Then I will read my favorite part of March 12th." My eyes grew wide as I recognized the date.

"Blossom, please don't! Just PLEASE, don't read from the book." I yelled, shocking everyone in the room, including myself. I knew that day better than any other day in that book. I would have be okay if she had chosen any other date in that book, but I was not okay with that date. I knew she had chosen this date especially for this reading because she knew I would be so against it. It was not that date itself was all that bad. It was the first day Butch and I got friendly with each other, but it was also the first date I had cut. I knew Blossom was going to be reading my feeling on cutting out load to everyone in the room. I did not want Butch to hear any of the words I had written.

"It's not that bad, and besides this is your punishment for making a terrible mess in our house and not staying to clean it up." The smile that flashed onto Blossom's face made me shiver. I grabbed my wrist tighter. I wanted my wrist to bleed again. I wanted them out of this house. I had finally found a place where I could be safe. I would be with Butch, and he would keep me safe. His brothers would take care of me even if they didn't know exactly what they were protecting me from. I would have a normal family and I would be able to sleep easy at night and there would be no threat of harm caused to my body unless I wanted it. This abusive family should not be able to touch me here. They should leave right now. "March 12th, 'I always questioned as to why the town left the pool house unlocked for anyone to just walk right in, but today I was happy for it. I was also happy to have the strength to tear of a little bit of metal from one of one of the cleaning machines for the pool. It was just sharp enough to cut my wrist right open. At first I was very scared to see the blood but then the pain shot up my arm and all I could feel was that pain. It was the pain that I had caused myself. No one forced it onto me. I had made the decision to cut my wrist and make blood pour out. It was almost hypnotic to watch the blood from the many cuts I had made to bubble up from under my skin and pool in one area before leaving my body once and for all to all to the floor. I knew from that first instant that the metal cut my skin, that I would continue to do this. I would be continuing to cut my skin until I could not stand my sisters anymore. When I had reached my limit this pain would be the last thing I felt before I died.' Oh Buttercup, that was such gruesome details, shall I read more?"

"That's enough, Pinky. You don't get to read anymore." Brick growled, snatching the book away from Blossom quite easily. She tried to get it back from him, but Brick was much taller than she was and also much quicker. He tossed the book over to Butch, who caught it easily with one hand and gave it to me. I felt comfort holding it close to me, keeping it closed and away from anyone who wanted to use it against me. I would have to lock this in a safe from now on, not that I believed that Butch or his brothers would try and use it against me. I was nervous about Blossom or Bubbles breaking in and taking it. I didn't want anyone but me to ever open it again and read the words with in. "Now, get out of our house before we kick you out ourselves." Brick said, tapping the toe of his shoes against the floor.

"You do know we built this house." Blossom said hotly. She crossed her arms over her chest as if she was a little kid who wasn't getting what they wanted. She always acted this way. "We were only three days old when we did it too. We have every right to be in this house if we want to be because it would not be standing here right now if it weren't for us. We could even destroy this whole thing; bring it crashing into the volcano below it if we wanted too. The only reason why we have not done as such is because it serves us no use in destroying it." Bubbles agreed with her quickly like an annoying mindless drone. Everyone in the room heard Butch growl in anger, but I was the one who felt it. He was starting to have trouble holding himself back. I didn't blame him. They deserved a good smash against a concrete wall. How could we get them out of the house if there wasn't a fight? I just hoped Butch wasn't going to get hurt in the fight, if there was one. Blossom must not have wanted a fight either because she turned her back to us saying, "We are done here. Come on Buttercup, we are going home. I hope you have strength to fly because neither Bubbles nor I will be carrying you." Even I could feel something snap inside of Butch, and knew it was his restraint. The grip he had on my body was so tight, and he was pushing me so close to him I felt that he was trying to swallow me up.

"Buttercup stays here, you fucking bitches. There is no way in fucking hell that I will ever let her anywhere near you." Butch was starting to scare even me at this moment. The evil powers for the Chemical X in his veins was radiating off of him and filling the room. Blossom looked back at them with shock as if she was a goddess on high and a puny little ant had just defied her direct orders. "If you fucking think I am letting her go anywhere with you two bitches, then you are just as fucking crazy as you are destructive. She is going to be staying right here, in this house, by my side."

"Buttercup, can you not hear what he is saying?" Bubbles asked as if she really cared about me. I didn't fall for it but anyone else would have. Both Blossom and Bubbles were manipulative like that. That was how they got everyone to think I was the person in the wrong all the time. "You had written that he was always so kind to you, and a better guy then anyone would have thought for an ex-villain, but now he is showing who he really is. Having him hurt you right now, by crushing you against him, and not allowing you to come home with your family. He isn't even letting you near us, your own sisters. Why did you say he loved you when he abuses you? You should have known from the beginning, he was born evil and once evil, always evil." I had to hold Butch's arms around me so that he didn't let go and do something he regretted, not that killing the girls before us would be something anyone would regret. I didn't know how they could ever call him abusive. He was protective of me, not abusive, there was a major difference. Brick then stuck out his arm as if he planned to hold Butch back from pummeling them to a pulp.

"You should really not talk if you don't know anything about what you are talking about." Brick said calmly. I was surprised that he was able to keep a calm mind after everything that was going on. I had not known Brick personally, but I could tell that he was angry even with a level head. There was no way he was going to impulsively strike them down. I was almost glad that he was a leader, unlike Blossom. "From what I know about the situation, you two have caused more damage to Buttercup than Butch has, considering she came here after she cut her wrist intending to die. Now I think it is time for you two to leave this house and Buttercup alone before Butch losses control and attacks." Brick looked back at us and winked. I looked up at Butch to try and understand what that meant but all I could see was Butch smirking. Did that mean that Butch would be able to attack them if they stayed any longer? "And I would say you have about ten seconds before that happens." I could hear Butch softly counting to ten slowly, his hold around me slowly weakening. Brick had given him a count down. I saw Blossom try to open her mouth and say something but Brick cut her off. "Oh, and if you say anything else, I might not be able to hold him back while you try to escape." Butch stood up off the couch, and all that was left of Blossom and Bubbles in the house was a color streak going out the door. Brick smirked as looked over and Butch, who smirked back. I sighed in relief. I was finally free from them and their abuse. Why had I not gone to Butch about all of this earlier? I smiled at him and Brick.

"Hey, what happened to the door? And I just saw Bubbles and Blossom leave, what were they doing here?" A voice called from the doorway. I heard the door being fixed and then saw Boomer walk into the room. He stared at me and just blinked. "Hey, Buttercup, can you tell me what just happened?" He asked as if it were perfectly normal to see me here in their house. I laughed lightly. I was really going to be happy here, I could just tell I was.

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There you go.

Again, SO SO SOOOO sorry about my delayed update. There might me one chapter after this but I'm not sure.

I hope you enjoyed this chapter and will forgive my slow update.