Cry:

Cry carried Angela to his car. She was curled up to him, resting her head against his chest as she still clung to her teddy bear, sleeping.

'I have no idea where she lives and even if I did, I don't think i want to bring her back there. She'd get hurt if her dad was still there.' He thought, setting her down carefully in the back seat.

He buckled her in and got in the drivers seat, starting the car. He drove off, heading back to his house. 'I think I'd be best if she stayed at my place for the night. I'll take her back to her house tomorrow.' He thought.

Cry found himself looking in the review mirror often to make sure she was okay all the way to his house. When he got there , he picked her up and carried her to the door.

Once inside, he turned on a light and placed her down on the couch, pulling a blanket around her small body. Now with a light on, he could see her face clearly.

She looked so peaceful sleeping and so he took the time to study her features. She was slim and her white blonde locks were long and went past both shoulders as her bangs hid her eyes.

She almost looked liked a completely different person then before with the small smile painted on her face as she slept.

Cry noticed she had bruises all along her arms and on her left cheek and he flinched at the sight. 'How can her father do this to her? She's just a little girl.' He thought, feeling anger burning inside him.

His hands clenched into fists. 'I want to punch the guy who was stupid enough to do this. No, i want to put him in the freaking hospital for doing such a thing.'

He sat down in his chair and sighed. 'I wonder if her mother is alright. At least she tried to protect her.' Cry was exhausted. He hadn't had a good nights sleep in a while, and today's events had taken its toll on him.

He closed his eyes and fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.


Angela:

Angela woke up, feeling happy after having the best dream she ever had. She smiled and sat up looking around, realizing she wasn't in her room. She started to panic until she saw Cry sleeping on a chair across the room.

She relaxed. 'So it wasn't a dream.' She thought, a bit happy at this. 'But, I wonder why he brought me here.' She got up and left her teddy on the couch, stretched, and decided to look around. Just before she could step into the kitchen, she heard a deep voice behind her.

"Good morning." She jumped and turned around quickly, only to see Cry looking at her, smiling. "G-good m-m-morning." She stuttered, looking up at him. He chuckled softly, but was smiling kindly at her. "Would you like something to eat? I'm sure you're hungry."

As if to answer him, her stomach growled loudly. Angela blushed, embarrassed. "Y-ya. I w-would. Thank y-you." She stuttered again, more from embarrassment then nerves.

Cry went into the kitchen and grabbed a box of pancake mix and Angela sat down in one of the chairs at the big table Cry had. 'This is a big kitchen.' She thought, looking around , admiring it. 'I wonder if the rest of the house is this big.'

After he was done cooking, Cry brought her over a plate with two big pancakes on it. She looked at the plate sitting in front of her, her eyes going wide with disbelief. 'These pancakes are HUGE! How in the world am i going to finish them? ' She thought wildly, looking at Cry with a face full of shock. Cry laughed at her expression.

"If you can't finish them, it's alright. Brown can eat the rest." He said, still laughing. "W-who's Brown?" She asked, just as a big dog came running in with his tongue hanging out.

He leaped onto Cry, making his chair fall backwards with a large crash. Angela got up and ran over to him. Cry was on the floor, trying to get Brown off of him as his dog licked his face, giving him big doggy kisses. Angela giggled at the sight.

Cry finally managed to get Brown off of him and get off the floor. He stood the chair back up and looked at Angela, grinning.


(Cry and Angela)

"THAT is Brown." He said, wiping the slobber off his face with his sleeve. Angela giggled at him, making Cry's expression soften, his heart growing more fond of her.

'She's really quite likable.' He thought, sitting back down. Angela went back to her chair and went to work on her pancakes. She managed to polish off one pancake before feeling completely full. She put the plate on the ground for Brown to have.

She ruffled his soft fur, loving the way it felt on her hand. She's always wanted a dog, but her dad never let her have one. She could hear him now. 'A dog is a man's best friend, not a girls.' He'd say acidly. 'Now shut the hell up! My show is on.'

She didn't like how he'd always say no to something she asked, just because she was a girl. 'He never liked me. I can always hear him blame Mama for having me and not the son he deserves. It's not fair.' She thought, feeling sad.

'I wish he wouldn't be so mean and just except me.' Cry saw Angela looking down at the table with a look of absolute sorrow and despair. Cry's heart throbbed painfully, wanting to hug her again. The need to help this girl was so powerful, it hurt. He walked over to her and held out his arms.

She looked over at him and excepted his invitation, hiding her face in his shoulder, needing the comfort. Cry hugged her tight, wanting to take away the hurt she was feeling. Cry rubbed her back soothingly as a motherly instinct took over him.

He was powerless against his need to protect her. He didn't understand his attachment to this girl at all, but all he knew was that she needed him and he was going to help her. There was only one way to really do that, and he intended to do just that. He pulled back to look at Angela. She looked back at him with a questioning look on her face.

"Angela." He said calmly. "Where do you live?" Her eyes got bigger as soon as he asked her. "W-why do you want to know?" She asked, a bit fearful. She wasn't afraid of Cry, she was scared of what her father might do to him.

"I'm just going to have a little chat with your father."