11:06 a.m.

Buttercup woke up with a throbbing head. The pain was sharp and it felt like her head was about to explode. She arose from her bed and placed her hand on her head. She was rubbing her head until a bright color was brought into her vision.

It was her shirt. Last time she checked she was wearing a black crop top, so how did it suddenly turn white? She looked down and her eyes grew wide, causing her head to throb even more.

She was no longer wearing her crop top. Instead she was wearing this huge white shirt that could barely stay on her shoulders.

She got up and looked in the mirror to see that she was indeed wearing another shirt other than her own.

She wondered where this shirt came from, and how she got it. She has never owned a shirt like this before. Finally, it hit her.

That murderer. He was in my house... she thought. He somehow got in my house and...pinned me down on the bed and...yea it was defiantly him.

She thought back at what had happened last night. In a strange way, she actually liked it. She liked what he had done to her. She liked his touch on her skin. She liked the felling of his lips on hers. She she definitely liked his name.

Javion, she thought. She liked the way it sounded. She was brought back to reality by the ringing of her phone. She looked over at the bed, startled. She walked over to her phone and looked at who was calling her.

It was Brute. Finally she decided to call her and talk about what had happened the previous two days. She sat on the bed and answered the call.

"Hello?"

"BITCH! I CALLED YOU 52 TIMES!"

Buttercup had to pull the phone away from her ear because of how loud she was. She put Brute on speaker and exited out of the call screen. Brute was still on the phone.

She went to her notifications and saw Miss call from: Raven O'Neal...aka: BBFL or Best Bitch for Life...52 calls unnoticed. Buttercup blinked at the number. 52 calls?

Oh shit, I'm in trouble, she thought and took Brute off a speaker. She then slowly raised the phone up to her ear and said, it a calm and flat voice,

"My bad,"

The other end of the phone was silent. Buttercup waited for Brute to answer, but then realized that whenever she is pissed, she takes about five minutes to answer the phone.

In the mean time, Buttercup decided to look at her other notification on her phone. She put Brute on speaker and exited out of the calling screen.

She swiped down on the top of her phone and saw her usual notification at the top of the screen: people liking her pictures on Instagram, following her on Snap Chat and Instagram, comments on all her pictures with her taking a picture in the mirror, basically boys and social media, as usual.

Then, at the bottom of the list, there was something new. A new number was put in her phone and she did not recognize it. Under the unknown number, there was a text message from that exact same number.

She tapped it and up can a long ass message:

Baby, I had a amazing time last night. Your touch makes me was to kill all of your fakes because I know that you are the real and only sexy ravenette. Anyone who touches you I will kill. And I hope you know that I can see every move you make, no matter where you are. Also, I will be visiting you and next time I wont be so gentle, and I won't keep my friend to myself either. You will expose your body to me, either by force, or your will. Baby, whenever I want a women, I will not share her with anybody, and that women is you. I'm selfish when it comes to you. No one can have you but me. I love you so much. I want to fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk for several days. It makes me so mad when I'm not close to you and your goddess body. I want to get inside you and make you scream my name. Scream my name with your sexy voice. I'm so horny when I'm around you. I can't control myself. I want to kiss every part of you body. Every part of it. I'm obsessed with you and you will accept me, by force, or will. You are mine and you will always be mine. Don't even think about having another relationship that's not with me. I will kill that person and you will be punished, and the punishment wont be so gentle. By the way, don't call me Javion, call me Butch.

Buttercup had her hand over her mouth. She had never received such a message before.

Even though the words weren't spoken, they were still floating around in her mind: ...your touch makes me want to kill all your fakes...you are the real and only sexy ravenette...every move you make...next time I won't be so gentle...I won't keep my "friend" to myself...expose your body to me...I'm selfish when it comes to you...no one can have you but me...I love you...want to fuck you so hard...get inside you...scream my name...your sexy voice...so horny when I'm around you...can't control myself...kiss every part if your body...I'm obsessed with you...you are mine...you will be punished...it won't be gentle.

She had read over the message about 10 times before another voice on the other end of the phone started speaking.

"My bad? MY BAD!? That's all you have to say is 'MY BAD?!' You missed 52 of my call and all you say is 'MY BAD?!' I was worried about you. YOU COULD HAVE BEEN SOMEWHERE YOU WERENT SUPPOSE TO BE! 52 calls?! REALLY ISIS?! I mean you can miss two, but 52? UNBELIEVABLE! I can not believe you missed 52 of my calls. Well guess what? FUCK YOU TOO BITCH! LIL HOE! I an so mad right now I could just...UGH! How would you like it if i missed that many call from YOU?! HUH, ISIS? WOULD YOU BE UPSET? I CANT EVEN! YOU LITTLE SHI-"

Buttercup put her on mute. She was not in the mood for her bickering. Besided, her rants usually last for another 5 minutes.

All she could think about was that message. Does he really feel that way about me? she thought as she was fiddling with his shirt.

Does he really want me all to himself? Is he really that obsessed with me that he wants to have sex with me so bad?...Do I feel the same way?

That last question made her flinch. Did she fell the same as he did? She wanted to reply to his text, but she didn't know what to say.

She kept thinking about it until she realized that Brute was still on mute. She went to the call screen and took her off mute.

On the other end of the phone she could hear that Brute was breathing heavily. That means her rant is over.

"You done?" she said with an eye-brow raised. Brute sighed and said,

"Yea, I'm finished. So, I have been thinking, and-"

"Oh no! We all gonna die!"

"SHUT UP! Anyway, I was thinking, and to make up for the previous two days, I,was wondering if you and I could go out and have some fun,"

"Wait, what? Really? Even after what happened...your still willing to take me out to finish my birthday?"

"Of course. What are Best Bitches for Life for? And i saw something on the news about the club. Ill send you the link. But right now, get you and dressed. Its time to party. Be ready in an hour,"

Brute hung up and Buttercup smiled and shook her head. "This girl is so confusing," she said and got off her bed.

She stretched and walked out her room and to her bathroom. She looked in the mirror and stared at herself. She picked up her tooth brush and began brushing her teeth.

She spit the toothpaste out and gargles water. She took one last look at herself before walking back to her room and to her dresser.

She took out a black tank top and a pair of black pants. Then she went to her closet and took out a green military jacket and a pair of light brown timberland boots.

She took of her shorts and put on her black pants. She buttoned up her pants and took off her shirt.

When she completely took off her shirt, she reached for her tank top, but then felt something wrap around her waist again.

It was him...again. She still does not know how he got into her house.

She wasn't as startled as she used to be when he came. Actually, she kind if expected this. Its like she knows he's coming, or better yet, when he's there.

He tightened his grip around her waist and said, "Did you get my message?"

Buttercup held her shirt in her hands tightly and said, "Yea,"

He pulled her close to him and kissed her neck. Buttercup just closed her eyes and sighed. Then she said, "I'm going out with my friend right now. They will be here in a hour and I have to get ready,"

Butch stared at her. "Is it a boy or a girl?" he asked, tightening his grip on her waist again, signaling to her that he won't let her go without his permission.

Buttercup inhaled and exhaled heavily. "It's a girl," she said while placing her hand on his hand to get him off of her, but he just tightened his grip some more. "What will you be doing?" he asked.

"I don't know," she told him. "She just call me and said that we will got out somewhere,"

"I know,"

Buttercup looked up at him. He stared back at her, then kissed half of her lips. Then he released her and sat on the bed.

Buttercup still had her shirt in her hands, and she raised her arms and put in on. She could feel his eye on her, watching her as she changed.

She tucked in her tank top and glanced at Butch. She dared not to say anything about him watching her change, for he might stop watching and do something else.

She looked over and saw that her jacket was on the bed, right next to Butch. She slowly made her way over to it and picked it up.

She put one arm in the sleeve and then the other. When she started fixing herself, she felt hands on her waist and she was being pulled forward. She was now face-to-face with Butch.

He stared at her and she stared back at him. He leaned in and pressed his lips against hers.

He was also pulling her closer as he was doing so. She let him do this because she didn't have a reason to pull away.

Brute wasn't gonna be there for another 45 minutes, so there really wasn't a reason to pull away.

She closed her eyes and placed her hand on his chest. She let him deepen the kiss and pull her closer to him.

Slowly, Butch started leaning back on the bed, dragging Buttercup down with his as they were kissing. They landed on the bed with Buttercup on top and Butch on the bottom.

He began running his hands up her arms and taking the jacket off her shoulders.

The sleeves of the jacket were hanging off the sides of her arm, and Butch was pushing her body up so that she was completely on top of him.

They were still kissing, and Butch sat up and took her jacket completely off. He put it on the floor and ran his hands down to her waist.

He also put his tongue him her mouth and pulled her closer to hom, if it was even possible.

Buttercup really wanted to moan, but again she couldn't bring herself to do it. Butch removed his hands from her waist and began taking his own jacket off.

He was wearing a pair of baggy black jeans and a white shirt with all black nikes. He ran his hands down her slim figure.

He stopped kissing her and stared at her. Bittecup's hands were still on his chest an she stared back at him.

He smirked at her and it sent chills down her spine. He began taking off his shirt.

When he did, he reviled a 6-pack and it made Buttercup stare. She was brought back to reality by him pecking small kisses on her lips, and slowly making his way down to her neck.

He placed small kisses on her neck, then made his way down to her collarbone. He began kissing her chest ad also licking it.

Buttercup really wanted to moan, but again she forbid not to. He moved his hand down to her ass and positioned herself so that her lower body was somewhat on his lower stomach.

He was still kissing her collarbone and he had his other hand was wrapped around her whole entire waist and he was pulling her closer to him.

Buttercup didn't want him to stop, but she realized that Brute was gonna be here in 10 minutes. Had they really been doing this for 35 minutes? It felt so short. Time goes by when you're having fun.