What Would You Do For Love?

Sweet Dreams & Living Nightmares: Part 3

Buttercup's POV

"Okay, Dad, we're here," I said as I stopped the car near the police station. "Let's just get this over with."

We got out of the car and walked over to the entrance of the police station. The place looked pretty bare, so I hoped we wouldn't have to be there for very long.

Dad went up to the front desk and asked for help. I stayed seated in one of the chairs. I felt so uncomfortable being there. Suddenly there was a commotion, and I heard a voice I recognized.

It was Butch. What was he doing here? I looked up and saw him in handcuffs. I got up from my seat and ran over to him. "Hey, what's going on here?"

"Sorry, Ma'am," the police officer said as he was leading Butch away. "Wait. Why are you locking him up?"

"Assault, Ma'am," the officer said.

Butch looked straight at me. "Don't worry, BC. It's no big deal."

I ran over to my dad, who was talking to a detective. "Hey, why is Butch Jojo being arrested?"

"It's an assault charge filed by a Mitchelson."

"No, that's wrong!" I shouted. "If you're talking about Mitch. He's the one who assaulted me."

"You have information on the Mitchelson case?"

"There is no case," I said. "That asshole tried to rape me, and Butch stopped him."

"Is that true?" the officer looked over to my father. That pissed me off. Did he think I was lying?

"That's why we're here," Dad said. "To press charges and to get a restraining order."

"According to Mitchelson's grandmother, Butch Jojo attacked Mitch. He has bruises to prove it."

"Butch was just protecting me," I pleaded. "This bruise on my face, Mitch did that."

The detective came around and led me into a room in the back. He opened the door and had me sit down. "Alright, Miss Utonium, do you want to start at the beginning?"

"Well, Mitch used to be my boyfriend, but things were working out, so I broke up with him. He didn't like that, and when he found out I was having lunch with Butch the other day, he got mad. We got into an argument, and he slammed me against a wall. I had to stay home from school the next day, and he called me on phone. The whole situation started to get to me, so I took off. Butch found me in the park yesterday evening. Mitch saw us, and when Butch went to get us some food, he attacked me."

"What exactly did he do?" the detective asked.

I hesitated for a moment not really wanting to relive the memory. "He put his arm around my neck and held my arms so I couldn't move," I said hesitantly. My voice was shaky, but had to do this... for Butch. "I stumped on his foot to make him let go, but he caught me before I could get away. Then he backed me up against a tree and forced me to kiss him. I tried to get away, but he slapped me across the face. He put hands around my neck and tried to choke me, but Butch showed up. He got him off me."

"So you're saying Mister Jojo actions were in defending you?"

"Yeah, if he wasn't there last night, Mitch might have..." I stopped. I couldn't go on. Damn you, Mitch. Now, here I was crying in front of a stranger. This is your fault.

"Would you be willing to testify in court?"

"Of course," I said. "I just wanted Mitch to stay away from me."

"Don't worry about him," the detective said.

"What about Butch?" I asked. "You have to let him go. He's innocent."

"With your statement, I'm sure we can get the charges dropped."

"Thank you," I said.