Falling in with the wrong crowd.
The beginning.
Hey there, my names Buffy Ann Summers. I'm now eighty years old and was Daddies little girl. I say was because, he's now dead. I thought it was my entire fault at first, now I've learned to live with it.
It's coming up to my eighty first birthday soon, so I thought I'd write about my life so far. I now live in England with two kids. My husband, William, was amazing. He was the reason I stopped talking to my father. It wasn't my fault though; I guess you can't help who you fall in love with.
Okay, the reason was, William was dad's mate. They were best mates. Now I know what you might be thinking, me going out with someone my father's age. It was not like that at all, he was younger than my father, way younger. I first met him when my dad brought him home for tea one night. They had a business deal they had to finish so William was there the whole night. I was seventeen then, there was only he was only five years older than me. He was hot; he had white blonde hair and a muscular body. His eyes were a light blue and I found myself staring into them every time I looked at him. I didn't mean to, but there was just something about him. His work mates called him Spike. I had no idea why and still don't.
I remember the first words he spoke to me; "Will you pass the bread please." His accent was a thick British one and made him seem even dreamier. When I first met him I knew that I had to have him. But I couldn't, he was dad's work mate, but he was sexy as hell.
The second time I saw him was when I went to one of dad's work ball things. They were celebrating a business deal, I didn't care about that. I was eighteen at that ball. It had been a year since I last saw him, and he remembered me even then. He even asked me to dace, the way he held my body made me want him even more. I used to write about him in my diary every night. Sounds a little sad really, but he was worth it. That's what I thought until I met her. Then my idea's about him soon changed.
