LESLIE'S
DAD
NOTE: I don't own any of these characters (it'd be cool if I did, though). They belong to the WB. They are WB characters alone. I know Fred use to be into the whole drug thing and Angel use to be a big bad boy. Give me a break. I'm trying to deal with typical teenage issues. And NEVER do drugs or liquor! I don't care how old you are. Stay away from them. They'll kill you! That is all.
Summary: Well, now Connor got what he deserved but I think Leslie will get it worse. I guess. Opinions will be taken.
CHAPTER 10
Cordy pulled up in front of Leslie's house.
"Is this it?" Cordelia asked.
"Yeah. It is," said Leslie sadly.
Leslie and Cordy got out of the car and walked up to the door of the house. Cordy knocked on it. A tall bearded man answered it.
"Hi, Dad."
"What's going on here?" asked the man.
"Mr. Brooke (Leslie had told Cordy her last name), my name is Cordelia Chase. I think I have something to tell you," said Cordy.
"Come in," Mr. Brooke said. The three of them went inside and sat in the living room.
"Mr. Brooke, you daughter knows my friend's son Connor. They were found in Connor's bedroom," said Cordelia.
"What?" snapped the man, standing up.
"Dad, wait. That isn't all," said Leslie. She took the note out of her pocket and handed it to her father. He read it.
"Miss, could you leave? I need to be alone. And I'm sorry about everything," said Mr. Brooke.
"Uh, okay," said Cordy, looking at Leslie. Cordelia got up and left out of the room. But she didn't exactly leave. She took a look out of one of the slightly opened living room window.
"Dad, please listen to me," said Leslie, standing up.
"You're still hanging out with those damn kids! Those good for nothing drug attics! You're a stupid hoe! Just like your mother!"
"Dad, please," Leslie sobbed.
"Shut up! You're not my kid. I HATE that you were ever born!" He slapped her. Leslie's head fell up against the table. She buried her face in the carpet crying. Cordy has seen all of this. She wish she hadn't, though.
DAD
NOTE: I don't own any of these characters (it'd be cool if I did, though). They belong to the WB. They are WB characters alone. I know Fred use to be into the whole drug thing and Angel use to be a big bad boy. Give me a break. I'm trying to deal with typical teenage issues. And NEVER do drugs or liquor! I don't care how old you are. Stay away from them. They'll kill you! That is all.
Summary: Well, now Connor got what he deserved but I think Leslie will get it worse. I guess. Opinions will be taken.
CHAPTER 10
Cordy pulled up in front of Leslie's house.
"Is this it?" Cordelia asked.
"Yeah. It is," said Leslie sadly.
Leslie and Cordy got out of the car and walked up to the door of the house. Cordy knocked on it. A tall bearded man answered it.
"Hi, Dad."
"What's going on here?" asked the man.
"Mr. Brooke (Leslie had told Cordy her last name), my name is Cordelia Chase. I think I have something to tell you," said Cordy.
"Come in," Mr. Brooke said. The three of them went inside and sat in the living room.
"Mr. Brooke, you daughter knows my friend's son Connor. They were found in Connor's bedroom," said Cordelia.
"What?" snapped the man, standing up.
"Dad, wait. That isn't all," said Leslie. She took the note out of her pocket and handed it to her father. He read it.
"Miss, could you leave? I need to be alone. And I'm sorry about everything," said Mr. Brooke.
"Uh, okay," said Cordy, looking at Leslie. Cordelia got up and left out of the room. But she didn't exactly leave. She took a look out of one of the slightly opened living room window.
"Dad, please listen to me," said Leslie, standing up.
"You're still hanging out with those damn kids! Those good for nothing drug attics! You're a stupid hoe! Just like your mother!"
"Dad, please," Leslie sobbed.
"Shut up! You're not my kid. I HATE that you were ever born!" He slapped her. Leslie's head fell up against the table. She buried her face in the carpet crying. Cordy has seen all of this. She wish she hadn't, though.