A/N Hello! Get ready for some drama bombs ladies and gentlemen and I don't mean for just this chapter either. Strap yourselves in because we are about to hit the top of the roller coaster! Please read/review and as always ENJOY! 3 SmittenKitten
Butch~
I think what pisses me off the most about the thought of Buttercup being with Brick is because he already took my best friend from me once. But there is no way those two would be together. Buttercup hated Brick, no way she'd fuck him, right? My chest starts to swell and I can feel my heart trying to rip in two at the thought of it. I didn't bring enough weights to this gym to calm me down so I drop them all over the ground and stare at my reflection. My abs and pecs are peeking out from under my half zipped, no sleeved hoodie. Hard and glistening from sweat. I close my eyes for a moment and feel Buttercup's hands on me. Trailing over my abs, to my lower back and up to my hair. I can almost hear her sigh before pulling me into a hug. Her hugs one of the many things she can do to calm me down. I punch the mirror and listen to the satisfying sound of destruction. Thousands of shards littering the floor. I crave for more, thirst for the sound of bones snapping and buildings crashing down beneath the force of a single blow. I finish off the other mirrors before sending my fist through the cinderblock wall. I can hear the gym attendant suck in a breath as he stares at my fist. He's already starting to sweat and I can smell the adrenaline in it. The sweet smell of fear. An old instinct awakens in me, it pulls at my muscles and I begin ripping the hole apart to climb through. Some of my damp hair falls into my glowing green eyes.
"What have we hear?" I ask, pupils contracting. The heavy set man is struggling to breath, his polo too tight around his unshapely chest. I lick my lips at the sounds his body could make while breaking. At this point, John, or so his name tag says, is pressed up against the office door, struggling to open it while keeping his dilated eyes on me. The smell of fear heavy in the room and I can hear his fat laced heart working overtime.
I rush for him and slam him against the wall with ease. His fat throat barely fits in my hand, I have him high against the wall while his feet thrash to get any sort of baring.
"Aren't you supposed to be in shape?" I ask, kneading his throat for emphasis, "You know being a gym manager and all."
I savor his petrified look for a moment longer, I start to slowly squeeze the life out of him. My favorite part is watching the life slowly fade from their eyes and just as he's about to depart my phone rings. I sigh and loosen my grip on his throat while fishing my phone out of my basketball shorts pocket. I glance down at the screen and stare at the facecall request from Boomer. The man begins to gasp and thrash but I drop him to his ass. John isn't a fun play mate anymore so I reject the facecall and just call Booms instead as I get my things and leave the gym.
"Beach this weekend remember?" Boomer half squeals into the phone. My stomach grows heavy as if someone cut me open and stuffed me full of rocks.
"No." I snarl standing out in the soaking rain, "Since when?"
"Wow did you get any of the messages Brick sent Sunday?"
"You mean yesterday?"
"Yes, that was Sunday." Booms says but he doesn't sound like Booms he takes a long pause before adding, "I think Bubbles is going to break up with me."
I should have known this wasn't just some phone call to shoot the bull. Poor Boomer always had some problem.
"What in the hell makes you say that?" I ask, beginning to make my way home, "She gives you head every night before bed. I think you're okay."
"She's back at her apartment." He sounds like someone hit his dog.
"Dude she wasn't living with you. Maybe she needs a break or needs some clothes. What's it been a whole fucking day?"
"Can you just talk to her? She tells you all her secrets like you're Buttercup or something."
Again my stomach clenches just from hearing her name. I bite my lip hard and swallow down the rage.
"HA. As if Booms. Look we'll talk later." I stop midair and think about how Buttercup should be in this storm with me. Daring me to go high in the clouds, free fall and wait for her to catch me. 'Trust falls worthy of us' she would giggle just before doing it herself. I clench my teeth so hard I think they will crack as I send my phone hurling into the asphalt far below.
Blossom~
Somehow I get to work before Brick. He comes into the break room to get his ritual cup of coffee but he comes in so unkempt I almost don't recognize him. The only thing in place was his rich red hair that was tied in a low bun at the base of his head. I notice bruising along and in his hair line and wonder how the hell he could get that. His sleeves were rolled to his elbows and his tie not yet fastened, leaving his collar undone and loose. I first notice the scratches scattered on his forearms but then something catches my eye. Deep purple teeth marks and lopsided circles necklace his throat where the collar would normally cover. I feel my heart freeze over as my mind starts putting together scenarios. Not too many people can bruise us puffs and ruffs. Clearly this wasn't a fight with one of his brothers. I quickly swallow down the idea that it was one of my sisters. Bubbles was so far up Boomer's ass her head could come out of his mouth and Buttercup well…Buttercup hated Brick with all her might. As if he can feel my pink eyes studying him he rubs the back of his neck where the bruising seems to be the worst.
"Is there a problem?" He snarls, sipping his coffee. His eyes have deep bags underneath them his cheeks missing their slight flush.
"No." I answer after a moment too long, his dark red eyes peering over the brim of the mug. I turn away from him and place my palms on the counter. Suddenly I don't know what to do with my hands. He sets the now empty mug close to my hand before trapping me between him and the counter.
"Out of the three, you were always the worst liar." His breath tickles my ear. I feel time slow down like when I am free falling trying to think of how to right myself so I don't crash head first into the ground. But I always seem to be doing that with Brick, crashing and burning. I stand trapped for a while longer almost enjoying his familiar heat. I wet my lips to reply but he places a gentle kiss on the crown of my head before disappearing upstairs. I squeeze my eyes shut and try to forget what just happened but all I can focus on is his scent. Somehow he smells different, sweeter almost with a familiar note that I can't quite place my finger on furthering my suspicions. I pinch the bridge of my nose and try to get rid of the thoughts flooding my mind. It doesn't matter who he's with in the late hours of the night, that's his business now. Hell he probably gave me that kiss by habitual accident. We are no more. Yet I still have to swallow the lump in my throat.
Bloss: I moved the beach trip to this weekend. No ifs ands or buts.
Bubs: Can't wait to soak up the sun!
BC: Whatever. Do we have to go to my spot?
Bloss: YES! It's the most private is it not?
BC: Telling us on Monday morning is a little short notice.
Bloss: I don't care. If I have to I will pay your rent so help me!
Bubbles~
Anxiety washes over me in another wave as I pace Boomer's apartment. I'm waiting for him to come home from lunch with Brick. I feel sick to my stomach and quickly rush to the bathroom as round three of morning sickness has set in EVEN THOUGH IT'S TWO IN THE AFTERNOON. I read up a lot on pregnancy knowing mine would be much more different. After all my baby would have more strength in its hand then a grown man, if it has Chemical X coursing through its veins. I vomit again at the thought of what labor will be like, hell I'm sure. I can't say that I haven't been thinking about the baby's gender. Part of me wants a girl and the other half wants a boy. The girl I could dress up all cutesy and take her shopping with me and the boy…well men always want boys don't they? I think about what the baby will look like, if it will somehow get the small trace of Professor's DNA that runs through my blood. I get excited at the thought of the child coming out with shiny black hair and big round blue eyes. Lips always shaped upward in a smile. I smile myself before hearing the front door shut.
"Bubs?" Boomer calls out, putting his keys on the table by the door. I quickly flush down the evidence and swish mouth wash.
"In the bathroom." I call back, hands shaking as one hovers over the knob. Finally I grip it and twist. I've already waited a week to tell him, he's the father and deserves to know. But this nagging voice in the back of my head keeps screaming at me. HE WON'T WANT IT. BRICK WILL KILL HIM. The two sentences finding new forms to take over and over until the voice talks me out of it. Boomer is sitting at the table and has made me up some green tea.
"You feeling alright?" He asks, "You look paler than normal."
He's already noticing, maybe he's suspicious, maybe he's fishing to find out the truth. To kick me to the curb to raise this child alone. I wouldn't be alone. Even if by some chance Boomer left me, Blossom or Buttercup would help me….right?
"I'm feeling fine." I gulp out. He seems weary at first but slides my tea towards me. I happily cradle the cup between my hands. Boomer starts telling me about his day and all of the people he saw. I don't mean to but I tune him out as the voice creeps to front and center. Telling me all of the awful things Brick would do if he found out. He couldn't have his brother, a Jojo, have a baby so young. Boomer had a lot of bidding still to do…
"Brick got so mad at me today." Boomer laughed, "I told him you were practically living with me and he snapped the table in half!"
…. So Brick would have to take care of it. I drop my cup and let it shatter on the floor. Boomer immediately comes to my side.
"Is everything alright? You are sick aren't you?" He places his hand on my forehead but I shrink away. Would Boomer let Brick snap our child in half too? Would Boomer stand by and take it like he always did? Let Brick do 'what was best'? I feel sick all over again but it's in more than just my stomach. I crawl out of Boomer's arms and make a B-line for the door, ripping it off of its hinges in the process. I fumble with my phone as I fly at neck break speeds to turn it off because right now I can't deal with the questions. The questions that Boomer will ask me but especially the questions I am asking myself.
Brick~
It's a Tuesday night and I am at the bar in my usual spot. Flirting with the green eyed bar keeper. She isn't wearing my hoodie today, she gave it back to me neatly folded but is still wearing that sexy smirk of hers. She is boldly wearing a crop top and a thick silk collar that barely hides the fresh bite marks. I down another drink at the thought of Blossom seeing mine. Guilt swells in my chest and mixes with jealousy as I think about how she had no reaction at all. Why wasn't she angry? I saw a slight flash of it but then it was gone. Trapping her was all I could do but giving her my signature hair kiss? What the hell was I thinking? That that would make everything better and she would come back to me? Be in hysterics over my new lover, who had to be as strong if not stronger than her to leave marks? Three more shots in and I can barely feel my face. I wink at Buttercup as she sets another drink, she quickly puckers her lips at me before downing a few shots herself. One for each pill she takes. Tonight something else is bothering her though, she keeps fingering with something in her back pocket, it's rectangular in shape and small but at this point I'm so toasted I could give less of a fuck what was in her short jean shorts. I just wanted them on my bed room floor. Why I pick Buttercup as my distraction I'm not sure. Maybe it's because I know she won't get any attachments and once I am gone she'll be fine or maybe I think she can take heart break better. Either way she is serving her purpose well.
Tonight the kissing is different between us, more hungry and desperate. As we both attempt to drown out all of our problems. My hands are doing their normal routine. Feeling the weight of her toned cheeks in my hands before I snake my way up her shirt and then under her bra to find her erect nipples that I love to pinch. I get a rewarding hair pull and moan from her. I find my hand at the hem of her underwear too soon and almost move away but she keeps my hand there. I smirk against her lips and deepen the kiss. Her tongue fights for power but I give her a rough shove against the wall, she's the one smirking this time and I slip my hand under her panties. Its smooth at first and then I come across a neat patch of hair. I never expected Buttercup to be the super well-groomed type and wonder for a moment if this is just for me. The thought makes me harder and I wonder if her underwear is black tonight or if it's a deep brick red. I slip a little further and before pressing on I pull back to look in her eyes. She nods before pulling my face back to hers. I continue and find her hot button, swirling to keep her moans coming. She lets one escape that is a little too loud and I take my other hand to cover her mouth. Just as she's about to reach for me I am ripped from her warmth and smashed into the cool damp asphalt. I turn off of my side and onto my back as quickly as a drunk person can only to be met face to face with glowing green eyes.
The fists come before I can register who it actually is on top of me. After the first few punches I realize that it is Butch who is going to end my misery today. I try blocking my face with my arms but he breaks them to keep them out of the way. Nothing sobers you up better than the feeling of fire rushing up both of your arms. I try to thrash him off of me but he isn't one of the ruff boys for nothing. I hear Buttercup slowly trying to shout at Butch, still too fucked up on those pills for it to fully register just yet. But Butch is getting more serious about killing me by the second.
"First you take her as my friend and now as my girl?" Butch sounds more animal than he does human as he growls in my bloody face. Just as I think it can't get any worse I hear an all too familiar gasp and I know exactly what she's gasping at. Buttercup's pants are unbuttoned and her shirt is above her bra, hell one of her tits might even be out but that gasp seems to sober up or maybe it was the sound of my orbital bone snapping as it echoed off the ally walls. Maybe it would be for the best if Butch were to finish me off. Hell I wouldn't have to worry about disappointing Blossom anymore or feeling guilty for what I did to her and my brothers all of those years ago. Right as Butch is bringing down both of his fists like a hammer down towards my face, Buttercup is there to catch those hands as if they are nothing. She grabs them firmly with hers before flying him off of me or so I feel. I can't see anything out of either eye because of all of the blood rushing into them. Blossom throws salt into my wounds as she places my head into her lap brushing my blood soaked hair off of my forehead. I know it's her, no one else smells like wild cherry blossoms. I hear Butch and Buttercup screaming at each other before the sound barrier starts to break. They can't solve this problem with words or so I thought.
"Butch I am not your girl anymore." Buttercup hisses out and it's as if I can hear his heart break. Shit I can feel a fraction of it right now in my own chest, imagining Blossom say those seven words to me.