What Would You Do For Love?

A Shoulder to Cry On: Part 1

Chapter Three: A Shoulder to Cry On

Buttercup's POV

For some reason we ended up at the park. Mitch and I sat down on the one of the benches. Mitch looked deep into my eyes. He had something pressing on his mind, but part of me didn't want to know what it was.

"Buttercup, do you love me?" Mitch asked me. He wasn't beating around the bush.

"What kind of question is that?" I asked. "We're going steady, right? God, why are you so insecure?"

"Then why were you with him?" he asked.

"I was upset, and he went looking for me. He offered me a ride, and that's all," I said, trying to explain. He just rolled his eyes at me. "I wasn't cheating on you, Mitch." He didn't seem at all convinced by my sincerity.

"Then prove you want to be with me and not him," Mitch said. I was confused by what he said. What did he mean? Before I knew what was happening, he leaned over towards me and forced me into a kiss. He started to feel up me shirt and moved his lips down to my neck. "I want you to sleep with me," he whispered in my ear.

I slapped him and pushed him away from me, shocked that he would suggest such a thing. "No, Mitch!" I shouted. I got up off the bench and attempted to walk away from him, but he grabbed me from behind. He forced me to face him. "Mitch, let go of me!" I shouted.

"No!" he shouted. "If you really loved me you would want to be with me."

"I told you that I'm not ready for sex," I said, while struggling to get away from him. "Why can't you understand that?"

"Because I know you," he said. He forced me into a kiss again and pushed me onto the ground. He was on top of me, trying to hold me down. I was so enraged by his behavior that I kneed him in the gut.

He rolled off of me and lay on the ground wallowing in pain. I got up off the ground and kicked him. I was so angry I just wanted to rip him apart. "I hate you, Mitch!" I shouted. "I never want to see you again. It's over."

He got up off the ground. "No way, Buttercup," he said, grabbing my arms. "I'll decide when it's over."

I snatched my arm back and took off running. I was sure he would follow me, so I just kept running until I reached the old junkyard. I would hang out there sometimes just to be alone. I was so upset, and I didn't want anybody to see me like this. I thought I was alone, until I heard a noise. I was afraid that Mitch had followed me, and I gasped.