Arriving to my house, we had to walk all the way up the stairs to get to my house.
'Ugh my leg.' She shouted, almost tripping on one of the steps.
'Are you ok?' I stammered, looking down to see her almost falling towards the stairs.
I rushed down to help her, cursing myself for not behaving like a gentleman and helping her.
'Yea, I'm uh fine.' She stuttered.
'You sure?' I asked again.
'It's from the bruise,' She said, before trembling once again. 'I'll tell you later.'
With my strength, I picked her up, bridal style in my arms.
'I thought you'd let me walk on my own legs.' She groaned, rolling her eyes.
'You're injured, let me help you.'
'Fine.' She replied hesitantly.
I carried her all the way up, playing soccer at school has really paid off.
Reaching the top, I put her down and led her into my house.
The maids and butler came to welcome me back but started to whisper when they saw Buttercup. When they were out of sight, 'Why were they whispering? Second girl this month?' Buttercup joked.
'Actually, first girl in 5 years.' I replied, instantly making her stop.
'Stairs again.' I added, pointing to the stairs that led upstairs, picking her up again.
'You know, you can just help by giving me a hand.' She stated.
'Well I'm giving you both hands, isn't that even better?' I replied.
She laughed a bit, and I put her down when we reached the top.
I went to get some wine glasses and wine from my study, telling her to stay in the living room.
I poured the red wine into the glasses, holding one out for Buttercup.
'Cheers.' She said, raising her glass to mine.
Clink
'To good friends.' I remarked, seeing a soft smile creep onto her lips.
'Yep, to good friends.' She repeated, taking a sip.
Buttercup still had her coat on, which made me think if my house was really that cold? Or is there something she's trying to hide?
We sat down on a couch, she looked around at all the details of the room.
The way she looked around the room seemed as if she was nervous, but I had to know why she had bruises on her leg.
I just had to.
'Buttercup?' I asked.
'Yeah?' She answered, cautiously fiddling with her fingers on her lap.
'You promised that you'd tell me, so why do you have bruises on your leg? And why are you so secretive about it?'
She tucked a piece of hair behind her ear, and looked at me with a worried expression.
'I mean, it's not necessarily an accident. Like, I didn't want it to hap- I mean like not an accident...' she said, trying to keep something from me.
'- like I don't really umm... I just- how do I say this, I live with my current boyfriend-'
When she said that she said 'boyfriend' quietly which made me wonder why he was such a secret.
'-you have to promise, not to tell anybody! Ok?' She added, looking more concerned with each sentence she blurted out.
'Are you ok?' I asked, unsure of this 'boyfriend'. I wasn't jealous, I was worried about Buttercup, why was she acting so weird?
'I-yeah, of course I'm fine.' She replied.
Rushing her words, she's definitely not fine.
'I don't think so.' I said, gripping her by her wrist lightly.
'Owww-' She said, before widening her eyes like the expression would kill her on the spot.
Buttercup quickly yanked her hand back.
'I didn't grab you hard, just lightly. Show me your arms.' I said sternly.
'Why?' She asked, holding her wrists protectively.
'Just show me.' I reinforced.
'Fine.' She said, taking off her coat, showing patches of bruises all over her.
'This is not an accident. Who did this to you?' I asked, looking straight at her.
I don't know what triggered her.
Was it my stare?
Did I sound too harsh?
Was it because I was pressuring her?
She broke down in tears.
'It's nothing.'
'I told you to just leave it!'
'You never listen.'
'But I guess I might as well tell you-'
'I mean it's fine if you don't want to...'
'Well... you want to hear it or not?'
She tilted her head teasingly.
She has a boyfriend, who apparently 'loves her a lot' but has mods swings, causing him to hit her out of anger.
He also doesn't let her go out or have any money, which made it hard for her.
So she sneaks out every night to the club, but he usually finds out and hits her every now and then.
The thought shocked me, that anyone would dare, to even dare to hit Buttercup.
She was so strong back then.
What happened?
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Hayran KurguCOMPLETED SHORT STORY Buttercup is a dancer at a club, it might not sound good, but the pay sure is. To earn a living after the unfortunate split that split her and her sisters up, she worked hard to become who she is today. Butch is the heir of a s...
