Free Buttercup by Sienna Mynx

him to walk the bone yard at night. He wasn’t attractive. His face was a horror story. A lumpy nose from his constant brawls and fistfights and a scar that ran from brow to his cheek over his left eye was what people had to look at. His cheekbones were high and sunken. He constantly licked chapped blistered lips. When Della approached, his head lifted. He gave her one of those looks. After a night with her new friend, she knew exactly what it meant. She smiled. “Hey there, Peanut. You watchin’ the bone yard tonight?”
    “What you doin’ out there, Buttercup?”
    “Goin’ to the tents. I got to…”
    “You know the rules!” Peanut said. He moistened his bottom lip and stepped before her. Her head went back to maintain his stare. He smelled of grease, the kind that oiled the gears of the rides. The coppery stench caused her nose to itch, but she batted her lashes at him.
    “I do know them rules. Tiny rules this, and Tiny rules that,” she said smiling. “He won’t ever let me have a little fun. Tell you what though.
    If’in you let me break Tiny’s rules now, I might…” she dropped her eyes to her feet like she was shy and then peaked up at him. “I might let you break Tiny rules with me later.”
    Peanut moved in on her. He touched her cheek, ran his finger up under her chin, and tilted her head back. “Tiny won’t let none of us have you. Why’s that? What he savin’ you for?”
    “He my pa. What pa you know let any man have his girl.”

    “Pa my ass. Even if he had a cock, and I say he don’t, he couldn’t reach no pussy to put it in. I think if he can’t have you he don’t want none of us to. That's what I think.” Peanut hawk-spit out a wad of phlegm to the right and then grinned at her. Della held her tongue and her nose. She had to bite down hard to keep from saying what she truly meant. Joyce told her once that Tiny had a thing for her ma, and when she up and left her behind it broke Tiny’s heart. Tiny always believed her as his and gave her the name Buttercup, even though the dark hue of her skin proved she wasn’t.
    Tiny was cruel to most, but he protected her. She never had to suffer his wrath. But she never defiantly disobeyed his rules like she was by letting an outsider hide amongst them.
    “You gonna take a breeze or what?” Della smirked.
    “Where you meet me later?” Peanut asked. He grabbed at her breast. She flinched. His touch was nothing like Silvio’s. He gave it a hard squeeze, pinching her nipple until she felt it bruise. Della managed to hold back her discomfort. That seemed to excite him. The nasty critter that he was. “I’ll meet you down by the genny after Lone Wolf shut it down,” she said.
    Della waited for him to think it over. She endured his rough feels and pinches a little longer and rolled her eyes when he had the nerve to kiss her neck. He was so disgusting. Even his fingernails were ringed in black oily muck. The musk and funk that was him permeated from every cell in his skin. Finally, he nodded his agreement. “Sure, I need a breeze anyway. Nothing happening now. Where you heading?”
    “My business,” Della said.
    Peanut chuckled. “We gonna have a little fun t’night. Don’t make me come lookin’ for you.”
    Della smirked and then stuck out her tongue behind his back once he turned and walked away. Sighing, she headed toward the midway, careful to not be seen. Della took to walking behind the tents, peeking out at the midway when opportunity presented itself for the fat-boy that belonged to Silvio. Nearly twenty minutes had passed and she feared he’d taken to the woods, a place even she wasn’t fool enough to venture into unattended. Set to give up, Della backtracked to the bone yard. The clouds covered the moon, which aided her with multiplying shadows. She wasn’t afraid of the dark. What she was afraid of was Tiny. If he discovered her wandering, the punishment would be severe. So she was extra careful to listen and watch her