AUTHOR'S NOTE: Okay, I don't wanna confuse my readers anymore than I may have already. So I'm just gunna continue from where I left of in the last chapter. Momo...

Buttercup's POV (Still in flashback)

Mitch kept thrusting into me, each time deeper than the last...

It was agony. Torture. And I was acting like a helpless puppy! But I just couldn't build up the amount of strentgh it would take to get over my hatred, love and pity towards him, let alone force him off me.

He noticed I was in real pain and snickered.

He picked the knife up, still going full blast at me, and started cutting me in random places. (Not deep, but it still really hurt!...)

What was he trying to do? Break me? Too late on that one...

He kept cutting me.

I knew Mitch liked the occasinal fight, but I never thought he'd get this aroused at the sight of his 'lovers' blood.

I wanted to fight him, but I knew if I made even a slight attempt at escaping, the knife would pierce me. I'd die. So I lay, motionless, crying on the bed.

Then, there was another, louder knock on the door.

"Hey! Someone heard screaming! What's going on in there!" A familiar voice shouted.

'Butch!' I though happily.

I went to bite Mitch's hand again, but he antisipated it and slapped me in advance.

I snarled at his sneering face as he pulled in and out of me.

I opened my mouth as wide as I could.

"Don't do it!" He warned, holding the knife a few inches from my neck.

I smirked. He'd pulled out of me by now and was panicing.

I opened my mouth a little more, stretching it as far as it went.

"I'm warning you!"

I took the deepest breath I'd ever taken in and absolutely screamed!

Mitch swiped the knife across my bare chest, making my scream louder and more hurtfilled. My tears muffiling it towards the end.

I could actually the music stop and people ask eachother what had happened. Give or take it was nothing like Bubbles' super sonic scream, but it did just the trick.

The door burst of the hinges and in stomped Butch. My closest friend.

Mitch had put his boxers back on and was trying to make a break through the open window. But Butch had other plans for him.

Butch picked him up by his greasy brunett hair and threw him across the room and into the side of the door! OUCH! Ha!

I sat up in the bed, watching Butch bead the living shit outta Mitch. I broke a smile as Butch picked up a nearby chair and did his head in with it. Not killing him, but damn near close to it!

The wound on my chest stung like crazy! And the handcuffs had fallen off by now. (Mitch haddenet actually locked them!) I picked up a bloodstained bedsheet and wrapped it around myself like a toga, covering myself and stopping myself from accesive bleeding.

Butch looked over at me with anger and pity written across his face.

He waled over to he and offered me his hand.

When I didn't take it, he knew Mitch had damaged more than just my extierior.

He sat on the bed next to me. There was a crowd of people at the doorway by now, and I was shaking with tears still running down my face.

Butch leant across slowey and took my hands. I flinched.

"Oh Buttercup, what has he done to you?..." He pulled me gently to his chest where I cried the rest of the night away.

My sisters took me home after I field a report at the police station.

People basically guess what happened and nasty rumors started at school.

I got weird looks of people when I walked down the street.

I'd been broken...

(End of flashback)

Now, you may think that this was more likely to happen to my sisters, and I agree wholey! Well, I would if it hadn't happened...

But just cause I'm the tough one doesn't mean I have no feelings or emotions! I'm actually very critical about myself.

I went through a whole anerexic patch in my earlier teen years because I though I was fat. I went to hospital, twice!

I spent most of my life in complete denial after what Mitch did... But Butch has been a real help!

Okay, so monday mornings are always the same.

I get up.

Bubbles hogs the bathroom.

Blossom makes breakfast.

Proff reads the paper.

Mom does gardening.

And me, I stay in my room, and brush my hair.

That seems to be what I do when I'm thinking about something a lot.

'Another boring day of school. But at least I'll get to see Butch! OH! And we have PE together! Imma crush 'im!... Mitch gets out of prison soon. Then what? Will he come back for me? What will I do if he does! CRAP! Why havn't I thought about this more!... Okay, so maybe I think about it all the time. But that doesn't mean I'll know what to do! Should I get a restraining order? It'd come in handy, I guess. I'll stop by the police station on the way home and talk to them about it. Maybe I should ask Butch if he'd come with me? *sigh* I'm just being a pussy! I'm no freaking scrdy-cat! But then again...'

I let out a quiet scream.

I wasn't so much scared of Mitch, than what I was scared to do to him...

Once he was out, I'd be in. For his murder!...

I sighed and stood up.

I was wearing my school uniform: a short black skirt; long white blouse with green stripes going down along-side the buttons; long white socks; and black flats.

It was cool. I laughed at my sisters in it though, cause green is definatly not Bubbles' colour! Haha!

Sliding a green bow-clip into my hair, I walked down the stairs and into the kitchen.

"Morning Butterz," Blossom said smiling from the stove.

I sniffed the air. Bacon. Yum!

The Proff patted the seat by him and I sat down.

Smiling, I said morning back and turned on the radio on.

There was some crap on about global warming, then the song 'Your love is my drug' came on.

I jolted and went wide-eyed as the music played. It was the song that was playing when Mitch did those 'things' to me...!

'I used to be love drunk, now I'm hung over! I'll love you forever, forever is over~! We use to kiss all night...!'

My heart skipped a beat as the song played and tears formed in my eyes.

I whimpered a little and Professor turned the radio off.

"You okay Buttercup?" He asked, concerned.

Even though the musc was off, it carried on playing full blast in my head.

Tears started to run down my cheeks as I remembered the awful night.

Blossom ran over and pulled me into a hug.

One thing I'd learned over the years is that showing weakness is bad and I should only do it if I must, not if I have the choice.

So, I wiped my tears away and sucked it in.

"I'm, I'm okay. Thanks Bloss." I smiled at her and she smiled back.

We both turned to the front door.

"3, 2, 1..."

The door burst open.

"Boys!" The Professor shouted.

"Oops, sorry Proff! We'll fix it!" Butch shouted back from the empty doorframe.

He picked the door up off the floor and attached it back onto the wall.

Blossom giggled as Brick pushed past Butch and embraced her warmly.

"Morning my angel," He said sexily.

"Morning Brick." She gave him a uick kiss on the cheek and me and Butch gagged.

The Professor laughed from across the table.

"Haha, good show!"

Brick and Blossom blushed.

"Isn't young Boomer with you?" He asked, putting down his paper.

Butch shrugged.

"He's drying his hair, he'll be here soon... Maybe."

"Haha! It's the same for Bubbles, they're so much the same!" I said laughing.

Butch strolled up to me and lifted my chin with a single fingure.

He'd noticed my slightly bloodshot eyes.

"You've been crying, what's wrong?" Hurt and sadness filled his beautiful, emerald green eyes.

"N-nothing," I lied. "Just, bad memories I guess..."

He looked upset.

"Listen Butch," I said softly, taking his hands off my face and holding them tenderly. "I'm going to stop by the police station and get a restraing order."

He looked even more hurt. He got down on one knee and started to speak in an apologetic tone.

"I'm sorry. Whatever I've done, I'm really sorry, Buttercup-"

I laughed.

"Not for you, you numbskull! For Micth!" I laughed again and rubbed his head, messing his already messed up hair even more, so?

He smiled and quickly stood up, taking me with him.

Butch held me in his arms and swung me around the kitchen happily.

He eventually put me back on my chair and sat by me.

"You want me to come with?"

"Yeah, that'd be great!"

"Okay, we've got PE last thing, so we'll meet up at the gates straight after?"

I nodded and smiled again.

I'd been smiling a lot more reccently. He's noticed too.

Blossom and Brick waved and left for the school library.

And by the time Boomer got here, Bubbles was racing down the stairs, half dressed with one pony-tail in.

Boomer froze at the door, watching the vision of beauty that be his half-naked girlfriend running down the stairs.

She was in her school top and panties.

Butch smirked and I covered his eyes as she ran in shouting 'SORRY, SORRY, PLEASE DON'T LOOK!'

I chucked as she hopped (literally) into a black school skirt and dove into the fridge.

She emerged a minute later with a carton of milk in one hand, and a bagel in the big black hole that is her mouth.

Bubbles swallowed the bagel whole and jugged the milk in less than a second.

She gasped, slipped her shoes on and fixed her hair and makeup before quickly disappearing with Boomer out the door.

Me and Butch sat at the table laughing at her incompadence.

The Professor waved goodbye as he went back into his lab.

I got up and walked over to the mirror.

As I brushed my short, black hair, I read the reflection of the wall clock in the mirror.

07:46AM

I lay the brush down and shoved my wallet into my backpack.

Butch watched the wole time, just grinning like a fool.

"What?" I asked.

He remained silent.

"Oh I know, yeah, I borrowed one of Bubbles skirts this morning, so it's a little shorter." I said examining the back of the skirt in the mirror.

He chuckled.

"So you did that to poor Boomer for no reason?"

I smirked.

"Not 'no reason', she nicked mine last week, so I thought I'd get 'er back!"

I pulled a tounge at him that was quickly returned with a subtle wink and grin.

I laughed and walked out the door, him following from behind.

11:12AM, Maths, Mrs. Briggs, Butch's POV

Maths. It's always so boring.

A whole hour where I have to sit at the back of the class with the retarded missfits.

Buttercup (unlike me) is quite bright, so she sits quite near the front of the class, where the teach can keep an eye on 'er.

Briggsys is always so stingy!

DON'T EAT THE CHALK BUTCH!

STOP BEATING UP DEXTER BUTCH!

GOOD STUDENTS DON'T EAT THEIR OWN HOMEWORK BUTCH!

BLAH, BLAH, BLAH!

Why does it always have to be so tough?

Luck though, lunch is next, so me and Buttercup can go and eat lunch on the field. Away from all the social rejects and ugly nerds!

Yes.

This is my perspective on high school. It sucks. You suck. Live wit' it douche!

Mrs. B was going on about fraction or some crap like that. Then she asked a question I actually knew the answer to!

I put my hand up, and so did Buttercup.

Teach just glared at me and pointed at Buttercup.

"64, Mrs." She spoke with such elagence. I was speachless.

Buttercup's always been so smart.

Pretty hot too!

Great ass.

Great grades.

And increadible at sports!

She was every guys' dream girl. Every guy that saw her went nuts over her!

And I'm no acception...

When class split for lunch, me and Buttercup took our lunches and sat under a big, oak tree on the field.

It was such a nice day. And Buttercup practially shone in the shimmering lights that danced through the gaps in the trees.

She's so beautiful was all I could think.

She was going on about how it's not fair that she can't join the school's basketball team cause of her powers. Which is kinda understandable.

But I just nodded and smiled in agreement.

"...And it's just not fair! Am I right?"

I smiled and nodded again, as if I had been listening for the last, how ever long it's been since we sat down.

Once we'd finished our lunch, we headed over to the gym for our double PE lesson.

2 hours later, inside the girls locker room, Buttercup's POV

"All I'm saying is that Britney deserves a little privacy too!" Bubbles exclaimed to me and Bloss, while buttoning up her blouse.

I'm not sure why, but she got dressed a lot quicker and calmer at school than she does at home.

Maybe she should get to school early in her PJs and get changed here instead?

Nahh! She'd never do it!

Blossom nodded and said something about how the ecomy is an absolute fail with the credit crunch, and all.

I sighed and slipped on my/Bubbles' skirt, zipping it at the side.

"What's up Buttercup?" Bubbles asked, generally concerned.

"I don't know, I'm kinda nervous about the whole restraning order thing... What if he comes after me?"

Blossom walked over to me in her bra and a pair of naive blue shorts.

She put her hand on my shoulder.

"But Cupz, that's the whole point of a restraining order! To stop them from getting too close."

"But doesn't that mean he could still, like, stalk me?" I said anxiously.

Bubbles giggles.

"What's the likleyness of that happening?"

I glared at her and she instently got the point.

"Oh..."

"Yeah, 'oh' makes everything better!" I shouted.

"Buttercup, calm down! There was no need for shouting!" Blososm scolded me.

"Well, I'm sorry for begin nervous and upset about the fact that my ex-boyfriend rapist is getting out of jail soon and ul probably come after me for revenge!"

The whole chainging room went quiet after that.

"B-but, you've got your super powers if anything happens, right?" Bubbles asked apologetically.

I sighed and nodded.

"But they didn't seem to help last time..."

"Well," Blossom started. "Maybe what you need is a little arm candy! You know, to shake him off?"

Wow! Blossom was starting to think a lot like me! Speaking of which, why didn't I think of that? Ahh, probably nothing.

When I was changed I literally ran out of school and into Butch's arms.

He'd been waiting for around about and hour for me while I chatted to some of my friends.

"So, we doin' this or what?" He smiled.

"Yeah, but before we go can I ask you to do somehting for me?"

He looked a little unsure, but a smile soon returned to his face.

"Yeah sure. What is it?"

"Could you be my fake boyfriend when Mitch gets out of the slammer?"

Butch was shocked. Totally and utterly gobsmacked.

"W-why?" He finally managed to get out.

"Cause if Micth sees I'm with someone, and that someone just happens to be one of the strongest and most evil ex villans in Townsville, he's sure to stop stalking me!"

"Well... Okay, for you."

"Thanks Butch! You won't regret this!" I skipped away happily.

"Or will I?..." He shrugged it off and walked with me.