Heated (Butchercup PPGXRRB)

-Chapter 11-

To a certain someone's dismay, Butch did indeed track Buttercup down to a small house on the side of a steep and narrow road.

He hadn't been to a neighbourhood like this since, well, a very long time.

The houses along the path were run-down and a bit shabby for his taste. The path had mounted piles of beer bottles and piles of glass shards. Everything was covered in dirt and dust, the post boxes and paint peeled off of the walls around him, revealing rust and grime in the gaps.

Butch didn't expect anything like it, but when he knocked on the door of the house which Maeve had instructed him to go to, Butch heard a shout which seemed a bit like 'Keep your head down, woman! I'll answer the door.' And a man opened the door. He smelt of faint alcohol and he wore a dark blue suit. While he looked prim and proper, something about the smell of alcohol and beer threw Butch off his thought that this might be the wrong house.

'Can I help you?' The man said in a huff, he kept the door open so Butch could only see half his face, it was as if he was hiding something inside the house, and not wanting Butch to see it or even catch a glimpse of it.

'Actually, yes, you can. I'm looking for a girl called Buttercu-'

'Sorry, I can't help you.' The man sneered at Butch, closing the door in his face as Butch pushed the door back open with a hand. 'Are you sure?' Butch asked, leaning closer to intimidate the man further more.

The man narrowed his eyes and repeated: 'Sorry, I don't know who that is.' The man turned to look at something behind the door before giving Butch another peek. The man, once again, looked to something behind the door.

Suddenly, he raised his hand in a threatening way, Butch immediately grabbed the door handle and pushed the door wide open.

The rest of the house appeared, but no Buttercup. There was a wooden table in the middle of the room, and a small kitchen space surrounding it, there was no living room, and Butch could almost compare the house to a village house if it weren't for it being Buttercup's house.

'Hey, that's breaking and entering!' The man shouted behind him, trying to get a hold of the wooden chair nearby to him, he waved it wildly towards Butch.

'What's going on?'

She appeared in the doorway to the next room and quickly ran to seize the chair from the man. 'Don't. Please.' Buttercup looked into the man's eyes as he dropped the chair with a loud thud as it fell to the ground. The man stood back for a moment, looking at Buttercup and Butch standing so near.

'So this is what's going on? Having an affair on me with some other guy?' The man spat disgustingly, 'I see what is going on. You've been living with me, feeding off my money and then once you're bored of me you run off with another guy?'

'No! I haven't!' Buttercup's eyes watered, 'I don't love him, I love you.' She pleaded. The words hit Butch like a bus, it hurt to see someone he cared so deeply about admitting their feelings for someone else, in front of him. For someone who was so short-tempered, hostile and violent, he deserved none of Buttercup's love, he was not worthy of her love. For all that the man was, he had treated her badly and hurt her, both physically and mentally. He was the one who damaged her and broke her. He was to blame.

What about Butch? Hadn't he hurt her as well? Breaking off their contact from such a long time ago only to meet recently. He was the one who stopped looking, what gave up on her.

Buttercup begged the man not to hurt Butch or get nearer to him at all, putting herself in between them but the man did not back down. It was clear to see that neither side was going to make it out of the house without getting hurt or even minutely injured.

'Why are you here?' Buttercup said to Butch, sneaking a peek at him with one eye while she used the other to see the actions of her fiancé.

She loved him, she knew it, and she never once believed that he hurt her purposely. She knew he'd change, if only she loved him more. He'd treat her better if he wasn't drunk. He would never hit her again if they married.

'For you.' Butch whispered back, as he pushed through Buttercup just in time to stop the man hitting her on the stomach, taking the hit himself.

'Why would you-?' Buttercup gaped as Butch did not even flinch or wince. Her mouth opened as her fiancé's hand struck downwards.

'Why not? I care about you.' Butch only said, silence ensued.

hi guys, sorry for not uploading/ writing new chapters after april. as you can see i've changed my writing style a little, i hope you guys like it since i've changed to writing on my laptop and changed my formatting. read on!

- squishiipeeps :)