Heated (Butchercup PPGXRRB)

-Chapter 10-

Butch was calling anyone he knew, trying to see if anyone had sightings of Buttercup in his car.
Maeve watched him from his seat, blinking as he thought he was anywhere closer to an answer.
Nothing, he got nothing.
He looked through all his contacts, for anyone who could get to her, at all.
But it was hopeless, even Maeve felt like it was, she looked through his glass door, he was scrambling through all his stuff for something, as if it would help with the situation, he really likes this girl.
Maeve peered through the door, wanting to knock or maybe divert his attention for one second, stop him worrying.
Then, she thought of an idea, maybe give him some hope?
'Butch?' She almost whispered.
Butch was frozen when he heard Maeve's voice.
'Yea?'
'We got leads.'
'Wait really?'
Maeve quickly got out her iPad and flicked up a tab of a map, with some tracks traced onto it. Maeve handed it over to Butch, he took a moment to process the whole map and dashed off, out of the building to find her.
'I'm so so sorry. I just don't want to see you get hurt any longer.' Maeve murmured under her breath to herself.
'What was that?' A young man working next to her asked, thinking maybe she was talking to him.
'Oh, nothing.' Maeve waves him off and headed back to her office.
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Buttercup sat at the table as her fiancé cooked dinner, she looked down the whole time, not really wanting to look him straight in the eyes, scared he'll see the fear in her eyes. Then, she'll be busted.
'Tired?'
'Not really.' she said, she should have just said 'no' instead, now he'll ask, and as she predicted, he did.
'Oh, work was just really tiring.'
'I was really worried about you.'
'Thank you babe.' she murmured to him, he set some plates down on the table and then sat down opposite to her.
Suddenly, he grabbed her free wrists on both arms and twisted them.
'Owww!'
She tried to struggle free out of his grasp but he was too strong.
He loved her right?
He did.
Where did the soft, kind, gentle man go?
The guy she dated for such a long time.
The person who helped her forget her past.
Buttercup blinked through tears, still struggling to wriggle her wrists free, what she didn't expect, was that he would lunge at her and tug.
It scared her, and soon, she was in his arms.
Always, she always ended up there, she knew it was hopeless, however much she would try to struggle, she'll never be free, she loved him, she really did, it was only ever when he was drunk that he'd do this to her.
And he was always drunk.
No matter what day, or time, his bloodshot eyes and stench of alcohol haunted her.
There's no escape.
The food was burning, she could smell it, if she stalled long enough, she may be able to escape for an eternity.
Would she take the chance?
'The food is burning.' She murmured, still breathless from her struggle.
'I'll get back to you later.' He said.
No, she didn't take the chance.
Because she would never leave him, and he knew that, she loved him.
But what's love when there's more crying and pain than love itself?
'Clean up and come to my room when you're done.'
Her fiancé spat at her, 'Bitch.' he remarked.
She deserved it, for not telling him earlier, the food was still burning.
She wiped up the mess, she wish she could stay in the empty kitchen, forever, not having to face whatever can next, whatever was to go on in his room, was just pain and force.
They say you give and take from love, push and pull, but why is Buttercup giving so much if all she could take is 3 slaps to the cheek?