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Chapter 2:

A loud thump! against my window made me jump out of bed in a fright. My elbow hit the corner of the side table.

"Aww shit!" I muttered, but when I saw Bubbles outside in the rain, I frantically shoved the window up and helped her into my room. She was drenched in rain water and her make up ran down her face, her calm facade now exposing her true feelings.

After closing the window shut, I flew to my bathroom, yanked out a clean green towel from the hamper, and proceeded to rub Bubbles dry.

"S-sorry Butterc-cup," she whispered. "I'm just a burden on you, aren't I?"

"No, no, don't think that. You're anything but!" I smiled at her. "C'mon, go get some dry clothes from your room and I'll make you something to warm you up, yeah?"

"B-but Buttercup, I don't want to go to my room," Bubbles whispered.

"Alright, then you can wear some of my clothes," I nodded at her. "You know where everything is, help yourself."

I closed the bedroom door silently and made my way downstairs. Once in the hallway that led to the kitchen and Blossom's "study" room, I could hear noises.

Ew, I do not need to hear her getting it on!

I walked into the kitchen, got the ingredients for hot chocolate, and prepared to make three cups. One for Bubbles, Marie, and myself.

Once the hot chocolate was made, I quickly cleaned up the mess I made and put everything back in it's place. Marie came into the kitchen while I was wiping the counter.

"What are you making?" She asked.

"Hot chocolate. That cup is yours," I muttered and pointed to the black mug.

"Thanks, BC. I know what-" Marie began to say.

"Stop. Don't take this the wrong way," I began. "Marie, no matter what you say, you don't know what Bubbles and me are going through. So don't try to sympathize," I glared at her.

"Buttercup listen-" I cut her off.

"No, you listen. If the Professor didn't threaten your family, you wouldn't freaking be here. And you know it." She didn't say anything; her silence confirmed everything.

I shook my head and picked up the remaining cups of hot chocolate. She didn't try to stop me as I made my way upstairs. I smelled Blossom's perfume, but thought nothing of it.

"Bubbles, can you open the door?" I asked when I was faced with the Stay Out! BC's Room! sign. Slowly, the door opened and Bubbles grabbed the hot chocolate from my hands. She shut the door once I was in my room.

"Thanks, BC." I nodded at her and took a sip of my own drink.

"When's he coming home?" She asked fearfully.

"I don't know, hopefully he's so piss drunk, he wont be able to do anything." I clenched my cup as I remembered what he did to us every time he came home.

"Buttercup, can I stay in your room for tonight? And for school tomorrow, I'll get my stuff and we'll go together," Bubbles suggested and I agreed.

She put the empty cup on the nightstand and snuggled in my bed.

"Go to sleep, I'm gonna put the cups back in the kitchen. I'll be back in a flash," I smiled at her, picked up her cup, and exited the room.

I flew into the kitchen and to my horror, he was standing there with Blossom by his side. The Professor was facing the wall, so he couldn't see me. But Blossom was positioned in such a way that she could see me and the Professor.

"Professor, I told her to not make a mess, but she didn't listen! And I cleaned the whole kitchen beforehand!" Blossom saw me and smirked, but the smirk quickly dropped when she made eye contact with the Professor.

I looked around the kitchen and what I saw made my eyes pop out in surprise. The clean, not a thing out of place kitchen looked like a hurricane went through it. It smelled like Blossom too. Suddenly it all made sense.

"She doesn't even do anything! I'm the one who does all the chores," at this, Blossom began fake-crying. "She even called me a w-h-o-r-e." She spelled out the word, keeping up with her innocent act.

"She called you a what?" Damnit. The Professor sounded angry.

"Why don't you ask her for yourself? She's right behind you," Blossom nodded and smirked at my horror-filled expression. The Professor slowly turned around and gave me a loathing glare.

"Why the hell is the kitchen so messy and dirty?" He growled and advanced towards me. Blossom took this moment to laugh and skipped away from the kitchen.

"I don't know," I defiantly stated. I would not show weakness.

"Buttercup don't fuck around with me. Why the hell is this whole house dirty?" The Professor yelled and gripped my upper arm tightly.

"Ask your precious innocent daughter, Blossom. She'll know why the hell this fucking room is dirty!" I screamed at him.

I felt the slap before I saw it. The Professor then pushed me into the counter and pulled my hair. He punched me in my stomach and I felt the air whoosh! out.

"You. Don't. Fucking. Yell. At. Me." With each word, he punched me in the stomach. I knew I could probably break his body with a punch or two but I didn't dare.

The Professor was my father.

"You are such a screw up! Fuck!" The Professor pushed me into the ground and I knew what he was about to do.

He took out a knife from the drawer and pulled my sleeve up. With a sadistic grin, he pierced and sliced my skin. I screamed with all I had because, hell, the knife hurt like shit.

After five minutes, he left me badly bruised and beaten on the ground. I conjured up the strength and looked at what he wrote on my arm. Tears seeped out of the corner of my eyes, not matter how hard I tried to conceal them.

Failure was etched onto my skin.


Now you know what Bubbles was talking about when she said him. :)

I'll try to tone down the cursing, because I know a lot of little kids read PPG fanfics. But personally, I think this is how Buttercup would talk, if she was older.

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