He thought she was fine.
She wasn't.
She was in an abusive relationship.
And only he could stop it.
'Fuck this.' Butch muttered to himself before getting up from his position. He had been lying on the couch for half an hour now, this was pointless, how was he going to convince Buttercup, who's totally convinced that her 'boyfriend' genuinely loves her , to tell Butch how to stop this.
There must be a way.
A way out.
A way out, for the both of them.
For him and his Buttercup.
His Buttercup.
12:39pm
Buttercup yawned, stretching her hands out, expecting to feel the lack of sheets but instead felt soft sheets getting pushed back as she yawned. She sat up slowly, taking in what she was seeing. The room was dimly lit by lights on both sides of the bed. She was sleeping on one side of the bed, so was there someone else who slept next to her last night? Who? She tried reach those memories in the back of her head but the thumping headache was helping.
She extended her hand on the bedside table to get her phone but felt paper instead.
A note.
It said:
Went out for work. I put my phone number into your phone, text me if you want.
Butch
'Butch?' She mumbled to herself as she put down the piece of paper. She smoothed her hair out from the top of her head and got up from the bed, unsure if she should've made it after getting up. She peered out of the large grey screen doors, looking around suspiciously.
She spotted her shoes and her phone lying on the glass coffee table in the centre of the room, next to the sofa.
She tiptoed slowly, careful to not catch the attention of anyone or draw the attention of any 'potential' servants or maids that may have been around.
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FanfictionCOMPLETED 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...
