I ran down the street with tears stinging my eyes. I couldn't take it. The pain was killing me. My legs were burning but I kept on running afraid to turn back. I finally came to an ally wall and in my fit of anger and rage I punch the wall making a large hole in it. I was angry and hurt. I was angry because my father had tried to kill my best friend and hurt that my best friend had kidnapped my brother. I knew he meant for the best but still. I slumped down to the ground and felt the cool tears stream down my face. The rain began to pour but I didn't care I simply sat there thinking of all that had happened.

I was sitting in the hospital beside Gunn and Fred while Angel went into Wesley's room. With my super hearing I could hear Angel telling him that he understood why he did it. That he knows the prophecies. That he thought that he would turn evil and kill his son. That it was important to know that it wasn't Angelus talking but Angel. Then I could hear him I knew he was hurting Wesley I could hear his muffled pleas. I burst into the room with the others and pulled him off of Wes. My heart was breaking in two. Gunn and Fred pulled him off and took him outside and I stayed by his side for a little bit. I felt the tears in my eyes swell and kissed his head, "I'll be back." And then I went outside and met Angel and the others,

"Angela." I punched him square in the jaw. I knew he was my father but still I was angry with him. I took of running ignoring their calls

I cried and screamed as the thunder and lightening crashed around me and the rain pored down my face. I lied there into the sun began to come up and I made my way back to the hotel. Angel was sitting at the front desk and I tried to slip past him,

"Angela…" I stopped and let out a sigh, "look can we talk."

"Can I change first." He nodded and I went upstairs to my room. I dried my hair and put on my white tank top with black sweats and a grey zip up hoodie. My eyes were red and slightly puffy and my black curly hair was still damp. I let out a sigh and went back downstairs to see my father sitting on the steps. I sat down on the wall across from him. He had a nice bruise forming on his mouth.

"Did a number on me kid." I didn't say anything and he let out another sigh, "look I'm not going to say I'm sorry for what I did." I shifted some and he took note of it, "But I will say I'm sorry you had to be there and that I did that in front of you." I still didn't say anything but I did look at him,

"You can't stop me from going to check on him." I saw the anger in his eyes but then it vanished some,

"I know. But I don't want to hear about him or see him." He knew that Wesley was my best friend and that he couldn't keep me from seeing him in the hospital. He let out a sigh and patted my shoulder, "Sleep tight kid." He went up the stairs and I stayed where I was.

I woke to find myself back in my bed. Angel must have carried me back upstairs. I got up and took a shower and took note of how my eyes looked less red and puffy. I rummaged through my clothes and picked out a shirt that was my favorite. I smiled at the sight of it. I bought it when I went shopping with Lorne after Christmas. It was a blue shirt with black trim. And it was the same shirt the Wesley said looked very nice on me. Fred and Gunn were going over a bunch of files,

"Will you two be okay with all that if I step out for a little bit?" Gunn opened his mouth to say something but Fred cut him off,

"Sure. Call me if you need me to pick you up." Fred understood and I nodded. I pulled my jacket over my head to block the sun and jumped into the car. I drove to the hospital and went inside. I sat outside his room for over and hour before actually going in. He was lying there and it took him about ten minutes before he could actually look at me. He still couldn't talk but he pulled a pad and pencil off the table and scribbled something down. He handed it to me and I read it "I'm sorry." I took his hand in my own,

"I know. Wes… Angel's pretty upset right now. I wouldn't try to talk to him right now. Listen, the others may not come and see you, but I will. You're my best friend Wes. I'm upset yes, but I'll still be here for you." His eyes were bright with tears and I stood unable to hide my own. I kissed his head, "If you need a ride I'll pick you up." I started to pull away but he pulled on my hand a little and pulled me closer to talk into my ear,

"Thank you." He kissed my hand I left the room. I got back to the car and burst into tears. This was going to be harder than I thought. I walked back into the hotel to find Gunn, Fred, and Lorne still going through paper work.

"Pretty sure the rage has passed but do you really ant to go and find out?"

"I hope he's not planning to… finish what he started at the hospital."

"Only cause Wesley's to smart to show his face around here." I felt a pain in my heart at that,

"We're back and bearing gifts! Angela!" Ugh. I didn't really like the fact the Cordelia liked my dad or that he liked her. I didn't mind Darla. Darla was like a second mother to me. But Cordy was not my mother nor would she ever be. She saw the looks and I felt the tears sting my face again. "What happened?"

I ran upstairs again and slammed my door. I couldn't take today. It all was just too much.

"I'm so sorry. Angel… who hit you?" Don't tell her. Don't tell her.

"Angela." Seriously you had to tell her.

"What? Why?"

"I… tried to kill Wesley…"

"And." And what you little-

"And he's her best friend."

"Angel he stole your son."

"Yeah but I shouldn't have tried to kill him in front of her." Yeah like killing him behind my back is any better.

"Angel-" I couldn't listen to this drab anymore and got up to go look for something, anything, to do.