Baby Bump (butchercup)

Chapter 24

It has been a week since I started living with Butch, a week after Butch proposed to me and within the week, boy were we bad.
He leaned over me then started kissing me, from my fore head to my neck.

"Butch, am not in the mood right now." I pushed him off me.

"C'mon Butterbabe, I know you want it."
He climbed me, this time fully then started sucking on my neck.

"Butch, I said stop." I tried pushing him off me, with more force than usual but he didn't even budge. When his had cupped one of my boobs through my bra I gasped. At that point I knew he wasn't going to stop, I started panicking and pushing him away harder.

"Butch, please stop."

"What's your problem? we have done this before!" He spat at me.
He smiled sickly, his finger smoothly moved down my face, he had touched me a couple times but this time I didn't like it.
"I know you like it rough babe," he pecked my lips hungrily, "you" again, "don't," and again, "want," and again, "me to stop."

"Butch, get off me. What do you want?"
He raised my hand over my head, it seems the clawing I was doing on his back was getting to him. I tried to hide the fright in my eyes but I failed, it probably made me look more like a little child making him hornier.

"Isn't it obvious, I want you."
He pulled his shirt above his head and continued the assault on my neck, "well, you can have me later." I tried to reason with him but the fact remains that there would never be a later.

"No, I want you now." He freed my hands and gripped waist too tight. I stifled a scream as a tear rolled down my cheek.

"No Butch, please stop, please stop. Butch!!"

"Buttercup? Babe, babe wake up."
I woke up with a scream, Butch was hovering over me. Concern masked his face but I looked past it, all I could see were the images of my dream replaying in my head.
"Get off me you." I hit his chest repeatedly as he tried to grab my hands and keep me calm.

"Babe relax." He cooed.

"Get off me." I pushed away and rolled off the bed. My hair was a mess, I was sweaty and my chest was heaving faster than normal.
I tried to get my bearings together but Butch made it worse as he came over to me in another failed attempt to console me. Tears streamed down my face as fought I hard against his chest.
He kept reminding me it was just a bad dream but I couldn't get over the look in his eyes, the way he handled me roughly and had his way with me without my consent.
I pushed him away finally and slapped him hard across the face.
"How could you?" Was the last thing I said before I threw his ring in his face and walked out of his bedroom, promising myself never to go back there.

Flashback over

Priya stared at me her mouth hanging low while I stuffed my mouth with cheetos I got from the kitchen in between my story.

"What the f**k is wrong with you?" She finally got control of her tongue.

She has the least dramatic reaction out of everyone I told. No, I think my mom took first place while she took second. My mom was more understanding because she knew how vivid my nightmares were, she in fact felt guilty because I only started getting vivid nightmares after the incident with her dad. Bubbles and Blossom threatened to beat me when they found out and I don't blame them.

I laughed at her reaction, "I was young, stupid and scared."

She shook her head a little seriously, "it was a freaking dream."

I sat up from my slouched position, "i know that now of course. But it felt so real."

"Was it like one of those dreams?" I immediately understood what she was talking about.