buttercup, blossom and bubbles were orphans. They were bullied by everyone. Buttercup never spoke a word and was practically mute whereas blossom had depression and she never ate because people bullied her for being fat and ugly even though she wasn...
HI GUYS SO I AM BACK, YEAH I AM STILL SAD BUT MOST OF YOU ALL MADE ME REALLY HAPPY THAT I SHOULD CONTINUE WRITING. WELL, I KNOW I UPDATE MY BOOK REALLY SLOWLY BUT THAT IS BECAUSE I HAVE SCHOOL AND PART TIME JOB. SO YEAH MANY MORE REASONS WHY I UPDATE SLOWLY. THIS CHAPTER IS DEDICATED TO: beautifulrasina DONT WORRY I WILL TRY TO MAKE MY UPDATES A BIT FASTER.
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BUTTERCUP P.O.V
Being beaten up so bad was a headache. I was sitting under cold water as the pain was increasing but I had to wash up.
I applied soap to get rid of blood, lemon and salt as a sharp pain hit my body bringing tears to my eyes. I closed my eyes to control my tears but within no time tears started falling and sliding on my cheek.
I felt cold, numb unable to move but I had no other choice but to get up and go to my university. I hate my university but it's better than staying here in the hellhole.
I stood up and washed my body as I ignored the pain. When I was done, I wrapped a towel around my body as I exited the washroom.
I double-checked if my door is locked or not and thank God it was, I couldn't handle any more pain anyway. I searched my stupid cupboard for something to wear as I took out my undergarments first and wore them.
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I was freezing cold but I had no other clothes. I had all the summer clothes in my cupboard. I sighed as I hid my wrist that had turned purplish-blue with bracelets.
Uncle held my wrist very tight causing it to pain now. I wore my earrings that my sisters gifted me as I smiled remembering the old memories of us playing tag in the orphanage.
I wore my favourite necklace as I smiled, it was my mothers. I found it in the storage room of this house in a box that was thrown on the side.
I was curious so I opened it and found stuff that belonged to my parents later found out this house also belongs to me and it was my parents and they named it after me.
