She got up to get another drink.
I don't think she was even counting.
I got up to stop her, 'Stop, don't drink that much.' I said as I stood in the way of the wine bottle and her.
'Butch.' She said, as though not drinking hurt her physically , she had a tired expression on her face. She tried to push me away but flinched once her arm touched me, she crouched down in pain, dropping her glass.
I quickly knelt down to make sure she was fine, the broken glass spread through the room and I led her away from it.
It was late, she couldn't go back now, it would be dangerous. I couldn't drive her, my car isn't at home.
'You need to get sleep, and drink less.' I said, she shouted 'Fuck off. Let me drink.'.
'Buttercup, this isn't good for you. What about your work?' I asked her half-conscious self.
'Fuck work. I don't even care about work.' She buried her face into her hands. 'What's work to me when I have a boyfriend who hits me.'
That shocked me, how badly was he treating her??
'I don't want to go home Butch. Help me. Please.' She pleaded softly.
'Buttercup... I'll try.' I responded.
I dragged her to my bedroom and she sat down on my bed.
'Butch.' She mumbled, I could barely even hear her.
'Yes?' I replied.
'Am I a slut for trying to earn money?' She asked, looking downwards sadly.
'Wha-' I widened my eyes, how could she? 'Why are you saying this?' I added.
'My boyfriend says that I'm a slut, and if it weren't for him I'd be out on the streets, begging for food and money, struggling to even live.' She finally flickered her eyes up to look at me.
Her eyes were so dull, the green in them was almost grey.
'You aren't. You should rest, you've drank too much.' I replied, how dare the bastard even say that? How dare he hit her and even call her a slut?
'Butch?' A faint voice interrupted my trail of thought, I look around to see Buttercup looking at me.
'Yes?' I replied, it was late and I have work to do tomorrow so this better be fast.
'You know I really like you right.' She said, she tilted her head back as she giggled to herself, 'Butchy I really like you...'
'W-what?' I stuttered, I walked over to her and knelt down.
'You've drank too much.' I said to her.
She rested her hand in mine, 'No I'm not!' She slurred, 'You have. You aren't thinking of the things you're saying.' I reassured her.
She frowned, and dramatically threw herself onto the bed, pretending to sleep like a small child.
When I finished she was already sleeping.
I turned off the light once she calmed down and once I knew she was under the sheets, sleeping soundly from all the alcohol.
I closed the door quietly and left to go sleep in the living room.
Did she really mean what she said?
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FanficCOMPLETED 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...
