Bubbles P.O.V.
When I got to the door I saw Butch's and Brick's cars in the drive way and winced. As soon as I walked threw that door it would be the spanish inquisitian. I opened the unlocked door, trying to be silent, but when I shut it, it creaked a little. "Bubbles?" Blossom called from the kitchen. "Um, yeah. I'm gonna take a shower." I said, hoping she wouldn't look at me and see my battered state. "No your not. Your going to get your butt in the living room and explain to everyone where you were." She huffed. I hung my head, "I didn't mean to make y'all worry." "Hurry up!" She ordered. I trudged to the living room on one foot and when I sank down onto the couch there were a serious of gasps. "Bubbles, what happened?" Brick demanded jumping to my side. "Nothing. I'm fine." I lied. Buttercup glared at me, "BUBBLES STOP LYING!" I flinched, "I'm not lying!" Butch put his hand on my shoulder, "Bubbles its gonna be okay." Hearing that from the master of being blunt made me cry. "No its not gonna be okay! He'll kill me!" "Who will?" Butch asked. I hid my face in his chest, "Boomer." Brick, Buttercup, and Blossom were out the door immeadiatly. "How long has he been hitting you?" Butch asked, in a monotone. "About two weeks." I told him. He snorted, "And you never thought to tell anyone?" I shook my head, "I know it sounds supid, but I... I was scared." He shook his head, "You don't have to be." I looked up at him, and he looked away from me, "I mean, you have a bunch of people willing to protect you from the devil himself and you just ignore that." I jumped away from him, "What if I don't want protection? What if I just want to learn how to defend myself?" He looked shock by my outburst, "Is that really what you want?" I nodded feverently and he sighed, "And how do you plan to do that? Did you even hit Boomer back?" That made me pause, "No, the thought never crossed my mind." Butch seemed amused at my answer, "See? You don't have the heart of a fighter." "I do too!" I whined, stomping my foot. Which was a pretty bad idea, considering that was the foot all my weight was on. I fell onto my knees and cried out. "He broke your leg?" Butch asked. I nodded, getting back to my feet, "Yeah. I think he cracked a few ribs too. Nevermind that, how do I not have the heart of a fighter?!" He shook his head, "You're too weak." "Weak?" I repeated, in a dangerously calm voice. I hated being called weak with a passion. "Its the truth." Butch shrugged. I cocked my head, "No its not." Butch smirked, "Whatever you say weakling." I growled at him, growled, "I am not weak!" I fast tackled him and went for the punch when he caught my hand. "I don't think so." He flipped me over so that he was on top of me and when I struggled with all my might, he laughed, "Weak." I tried hitting him with my other hand, but he just pinned both of them above my head. "This isn't fair!" I whined, trying, unsuccesfully, to buck him off. He continue to laugh at my frustration and useless struggles. I glared at him, fnally giving up, "Fine, you win." He grinned, not making a move to get up, "I always do." He caught my gaze and held it as he leaned forward. His lips met mine roughly and I let out a gasp. Boomer's kisses were usually so gentle and quick, but Butch's was bruising and deep. "Butch." I mumbled, trying to push him back. He groaned, not budging, and I felt an odd sensation in my stomach. "What the hell is going on?!" Brick blurted walking in the room. Butch hopped off of me and I propped myself up on my elbows. "Well?" Brick demanded. I was flushed from head to toe and knew I would stutter, but replied anyway, knowing Butch wouldn't say anything. "B-Butch was p-proving his point." "Which would be?" Brick asked, anger raging in his eyes. "That I'm weak." I muttered, glaring at Butch. Butch smirked, "Or that she wants me." I blushed an even darker red, if that was possible, "I DO NOT!" Butch put his hands up in surrender, "Sure you don't." I threw a book that was on the coffee table at him, "You are such a jerk!" Butch caught the book reflexively and laughed, "Who the hell is reading, Fifty Shades of Grey?" I cocked my head, "I've never heard of it." Brick seemed as amused as his brother, "A puff reads porn novels?" "A what novel?!" I blurted as Buttercup and Blossom walked in. "We couldn't find- Put my book down!" Blossom yelled snatching it from Butch. The laughter that consumed the household could be heard for miles.