There are no excuses for such a late update, but I still apologize.

College took over my life as well as a problem friend, but it is summer now and I will give you the last chapter.

I would also like to dedicate this chapter to TheMeOfTheUniverse.

Again, I'm sorry and here is the last chapter.

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I stood in front of my old house, and I regrettably admit that my knees were shaking. Just the sight of this building was bring back memories of everything that had happened here. Just last night I had been freed from the torment in this house. It had ruined me. I was ready to end my life just last night, and I would have done it had it not been for the man that stood beside me. I held onto Butch's hand tightly, my eyes shifting from the house of torture to the man that I loved and who loved me back. He must have realized that I was afraid because he gave my hand a reassuring squeeze. "It's okay Butterbabe." He whispered in my ear. "We are all here for you." I looked at Butch, and then to his brothers that stood just behind us. I didn't really understand why Brick and Boomer came with us. But it might be best to have two people there that were actually strong enough to hold Butch back, if or more accurately when my former family tried to abuse me one last time. I didn't tell Boomer much about why I would now be living with them. He didn't care however, and said it would be cool to have another person to live with them and can referee their one on one on one wrestling matches. Then Brick had to remind me that I couldn't choice favorites, which Butch lightly complained about but then said he would win whether I favored him or not. It was nice to actually feel welcomed into a family and home for the first time in what felt like forever.

"I know. Thank you." I mumbled before opening the door into my own personal hell. Everything was just like I remember leaving it the day before. Well, Blossom did always keep things so clean. My two sisters sat on the couch with the Professor in between them. The three of them looked at me and the three boys I had in my company as we came through the door. I tried to keep my knees from shaking too much as I returned their stares. I did not know what to expect from them. I could feel daggers from both my sisters, and was too frozen in fear to move or speak. I felt Butch and Brick move closer to me, Butch still holding my hand while Brick's shoulder touched mine. These guys really were my strength, and the only thing keeping me from running out of the house at this very moment.

"What are you doing here?" Blossom asked, standing off the couch and crossing her arms over chest. Bubbles made the same actions but the Professor stayed on the couch, staring at me. I wondered what he had been told about what happened last night. It was obviously a lie that my sisters had fabricated in order to make it seem like I was still the problem. They probably told him that I would just be hanging around with them until I called for my sister to save me from Butch and his brothers, exactly like the time when I had had a small crush on Ace when I was younger, which I regret to this day. He was way too old for a little five year old, and he was a complete freak, but my relationship with Butch is different. Not to mention, I had never called for help from them, and saved them in the end that night.

"I…I'm…" I chocked, but could barely find the words let alone my voice. They never had let me speak when I wanted, saying that it was rude or that I had interrupted them which always led to a punishment. I knew I would be getting no more punishments from them, Butch wouldn't allow it, but I was remembering every single punishment and I was still bending over backwards to their rules.

"Hey, Buttercup, where is your room? We need to get your stuff quickly if we want to be back for that wrestling program you wanted to see." Boomer said, coming around and pulling my hand towards the stairs. I had to really remember to thank Boom later for that. I don't know how long I would have been frozen in their gaze. I followed him up the stairs with the other two brothers behind us. My former family did not follow me and the boys as I lead them to my room. I was starting to feel happy again. Things were actually starting to work out. The true evil people stayed to themselves and were leaving me alone. However all happy feelings left my body when I opened my bedroom door.

I gasp and grabbed my wrist tightly when I looked into my room. The giant pool of blood that I left from my last night's suicide attempt was still there, right next to my little razor. I froze in my door way. I would have no reasons to cut anymore, but I doubt I'll ever be able to forget the bliss of it, but I will also never forget the horror of it either. Boomer and Brick left me and Butch there as they started to move around my room, collecting my clothes and such. I didn't really care if they saw my bras and underwear, my mind wasn't there. I was thinking about the pool of blood and what it meant. It meant a year of torture and self-degrading feelings. It meant a year of loneliness. It symbolized the year of my life that I had been a prisoner, a caged animal, a personal punching back for the two people I had always been with in my life. I felt two strong arms wrap around my waist, and words were whispered in my ear, but I didn't listen to them enough to understand what they said. I was lost. I knew I should not have returned to his house. I was safe when I was with Butch, and now his brother too in their house, away from here. They were my real family, Butch, Brick, and Boomer. Still in a daze, I pushed the arms away from my body as I walked into my old room. I had lived my life in this space, trying to use it to escape my sisters, trying to use it for my final escape. But this room would never bring me that escape. My true escape was the man that I had run to. My escape was a person, not a room or an action.

I noticed the two figures in the room stop and watch me as I moved. I now had three pairs of eyes, all showing a glimpse of worry as I got closer to the blood stain on the carpet and the sharp razor right next to it. I don't know if one or all three of them said my name at one point as I picked up the razor. The small shiny razor had been my only escape, or so I thought. When I picked up the little blade, I felt my wrist starting to tingle. It was almost as if I could already sense the bliss that would be coming if I brought the blade to my skin. Out of instinct I pulled up my sleeve with my teeth and brought the metal to my wrist. I was not able to get any farther when I felt an electric jolt through my fingers, a burning heat on the metal and a strong grip on my shoulder, all of which caused me to drop my razor. When I looked up the arm that held me, I saw Butch with eyes wide and with a look of a strong mix of anger, fear, sadness, and worry. My eyes traveled to the other two people who had also stopped me. I looked down at the razor, and my wrist bound up from the night before. I had acted on instinct. I had not wanted to cut at the moment, there was no need too. But it was addictive, the joy I always felt. I felt like crying at this moment. Who would have thought the toughest fighter would be reduced to such a state that a little knife would bring her to her knees in tears.

As a single tear fell onto the blade, I was yanked to my feet and turned into a strong broad chest and hugged tightly. Two others joined the hug and I let out my tears. "It's okay Buttercup. You are not going to be in pain any more. You are not going to be alone any more. All of us are here now, and we will always be here for you." Butch whispered in my ear. Voices of confirmation followed after with their own words of support. I knew everything I heard was true, and none of it would change. I owed so much to Butch, and his brothers as well. I don't know where to even begin with repaying them.

"Come on Buttercup, we have packed all your clothes. Is there anything else that you want to bring home?" Brick asked as he and Boomer took a few steps away. Butch still held me though, which I was glad about because I didn't know if I could completely stand on my own yet. I looked around the room. I had no pictures of the Utoniums, not that I wanted them. I had no keep sakes that my former family would have allowed me to keep. The only thing I would call mine in this room were my clothes and my razor. Nothing here really belonged to me, even the room wasn't mine anymore. I was moving out of this room and this house. I would be moving away from the memories and torture. I would be able to have a new home, life, and family starting the moment I walked out of this building.

"Just a few things from the bathroom I know guys don't have, and we are all set to go home." I said, leaving Butch's arms. Using the word 'we' and 'home' in the same sentence had made me happy. I hadn't considered this place home for so long, I had forgotten the warm feeling in your stomach you got when you thought of returning home after a long trip. I took a bag from Boomer, it was heavier than I thought it would have been, or it could have been I was still a little weak from last night. "You guys wait down stairs, I'll be quick." I said. I took once last look around the room, the blood stain still on the carpet, and the metal blade before leaving the room, the boys behind me. I went to the bathroom quickly, as I heard the boys go down the stairs. I quickly grabbed what I needed and stuffed them in the bag. It was as I was leaving that I caught a look of me in the mirror. I had never wanted to see myself in a mirror, not liking how pale I always was or how thin I seemed. I hated myself for never looking like the same person I use to be. However, as I looked at myself now, still the same pale thin girl I was yesterday and the day before, but something was different. I didn't know if was because I was smiling now or that my eyes had a sparkle in them I knew was not there before. Whatever the reason was, I liked the girl who looked back at me and I knew everything was going to turn out for the best.

A loud crash down stairs stole my attention away from the mirror to downstairs. I ran down the stairs and dropped my bag when I saw Blossom getting up from a whole in the fire place, Bubbles stood protecting her fallen sister, the boys were holding Butch back as he fought against him, and the Professor was backing away from the fight. "You fucking bitches! You have no right to call Buttercup your fucking sister." Butch yelled. I could tell the boys were having a hard time holding Butch back, probably because they wanted their counterparts beaten up just as much as Butch did. "After every fucking thing you did to her, you think you have the fucking right to call her your fucking sister?"

"Butch, calm down, they aren't worth it." Brick said. It didn't seem like their green brother heard them though. And I could understand. I felt a flame in my stomach I thought had been extinguished a long time ago. Seeing Butch getting angry for my sake and being held back, it made me want to stand up for myself as well.

"What do you mean by all that they did to her?" The Professor asked. My mouth dropped. Had he really not seen what they had been doing? Had he really been so absorbed in his little science experiments to realize that I was being abused? Had he not looked at me, seen the marks that were always there and visible, and had just ignored them? He had seen what was going on last night hadn't he? He had seen me on the ground, trying to protect myself with the ones that called themselves my sisters above me? The Professor really had been blind this whole time.

"What the fuck are you talking about, you fucking bastard? Are you really that fucking retarded or you just as much of an asshole as your fucking daughters?" Butch screamed. I could see it was getting harder for his brothers to hold him back, and I could completely understand. Had I the strength, I would be fighting right alongside Butch, and making sure my tormenter got exactly what they deserved. Brick said he would start working on a more powerful version of Chemical X so I could regain my strength and power quicker as soon as we got back home. I was thankful for him to working to help me, I don't think I will ever be able to thank the boys for saving my life.

"I do think it is time for you to shut your mouth." Blossom said, once she got up. She stood beside Bubbled and glared at the boys. "All that happened to Buttercup, was all her own fault. Our sister deserved all the punishments she got. Had she followed the rules of the house like she was supposed to then she may not have received so many punishments in a short period of time. And I would ask you to refrain from talking to the Professor in such a way. Your vulgar speech in not welcomed in this house." I shivered lightly, realizing the voice in which Blossom spoke was the same one she always used on me. She talked as if she was the smartest person in the room, and nothing that came from her lips could ever be challenged because she could never be wrong. I hated that voice because whenever she used it, it always seemed that she was speaking lies. Boomer, in the next second, had lost his grip on Butch, and he fell to the ground. As soon as Butch realized he was already half free of his brother's hold, he pushed his other brother away and was soon holding both Bubbles and Blossom up by their throats in a strong grip.

"Butch! Stop!" Brick and Boomer called together but their cries fell on deaf ears. Butch was drowning in his anger and had cancelled out any and all sounds. I had once been like that too, before all this started. I would scream at the top of my lungs and race after whoever I deemed my opponent and would proceed to beat the shit out of them until I was satisfied. I would probably be right beside Butch if I had the option to do that.

"Fucking bitches. She never deserved anything you fuckers did to her!" Butch growled, ignoring the hand scratching at his hands hoping for release. "She did not deserve to be fucking abused by you two for over a year. She did not deserve to be fucking poisoned every day so you didn't have to worry about her fighting back. She did not deserve to be afraid to return here because of you freaks of fucking nature. Who the fuck gets enjoyment from torturing family? Buttercup did not deserve to be on the brink of killing herself last night because of you two, or you!" Butch yelled, turning his attention to the Professor. "This abuse had been going on for over a year, how the fuck did you not notice anything? I blame you for her fucking attempt at suicide as I do these bitches. You have fucking eyes in your thick skull, you should had fucking used them." The look on the Professor's face was stuck in shock. I had never seen his mouth hang open so wide. He must have never seen what was going on, and now figuring it out was more than he could take. He looked at me but I was looking at Butch. I didn't know if he would kill the two he held in his grasp, but I didn't want him to. No one would know or believe that they deserved to die and would blame the real hero.

"Buttercup is this true? Have you really been abused? Were you really in trouble for so long and I have failed to notice?" The Professor asked, his voice an actual sad and regretful tone. I didn't answer him, nor did I look at him. He seemed to take this an answer in itself. I noticed he feel to his knees out of the corner of my eye. "Buttercup, my darling Buttercup, I am so sorry. I am a terrible father. I should have noticed. I should have been able to see that something was wrong." I still paid him no attention. He had his chance to be the father in my life, and for a while he was. He was the man who created me, named me, fed me, provided for me. He dealt with going to jail because we didn't know how to control our powers, and all he had cared about was us. However, once his science and experiments became more important to him then the three girls who called him father, once he abandoned his role as father for selfish reason, I lost my respect for the man.

I then found myself walking over to him and hugging him from behind. I could feel his muscles relax to an extent, but I could tell he was still beyond pissed. I gave him all right to be but this was now a fight for him to see through to the end. "Butch, let them go." I whispered, burying my face into his back. "They really are not worth it. Please, just drop them now and let's go home." I cared nothing for what happened to the blond and red head in Butch's hold, but I didn't want to be here anymore. I wanted to go to our home. I wanted to be held in Butch's arms on the couch, eating the meal Boomer said he would make special for me, watching a show Brick would probably choose for the four of us to watch and enjoy. I wanted to be away from these people who did not hold a connection to me anymore and the house of torture.

I heard a loud thump as two bodies fell to the ground, gasping for air. The man I was hugging, turned in my hold, holding me as well. I looked up to his face and smiled lightly at the forest green eyes that stared back at me. I thought back to the first time Butch had held me like this, those many weeks ago when I cut for the first time and Butch had saved me. We both looked to his brother, who held my bags and were already walking out the door. I took one last look around the building I had been created and had lived most of my life in, not letting my eyes trail across the people who had made my life hell. I walked out with my head held high, hand in hand with the man who loved me and who I loved in return. As soon as I took a step outside, I took a deep breath. I would never return to this place; it had no significance to me. I would never be hit by evil hands ever again. I would never have a reason to cut, mutilate, or scare my own body any more. My three savors and I then took the sky, Butch holding me tightly since I couldn't fly under my own power. With the wind flying into my face, I had only one thought on my mind, "I was free, finally and truly free."

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