Dis: These aren't mine, they belong to Joss.
Spoilers: I guess after season 6 and before season 7 of Buffy. Buffy had too many bills and had to sell the house. She and Dawn moved into a motel on the edge of town.
Author's note: My stories are short and to the point. This story is apart from my other story, "A Slayer's Family". As always, tell me if this sucks so I won't waste my time.
This story is written in Buffy's POV.
"Ok, Buffy lets go through this again." I look back at Gregory and roll my eyes. He is standing beside the drawers that are under the TV. " Shirts go this side," He speaks to me like I'm a child. "and socks on this one."
I don't respond to him. He turns to leave. To a bar to get drunk, no doubt. I don't mind. This way I get to go to the hospital to vist Dawn without being told when I should be home.
I'm a shell of my former self. I still patrol. I still see my friends. But, I'm not the same at all. I only put up with Gregory because I have to. I have to pay Dawn's bills, I have to have a place to live, and I have to have something to eat. With Gregory, I'm able to provide for Dawn. Although, I dread the day that Dawn comes home from the hospital and has to live here.
When she first got sick I wanted to ask Angel for help. My pride wouldn't let me. When I think of Angel I start to cry. I love him. I love him so much.
Sunnydale Hospital
"The doctor says in 1 week I'll be ready to get out of here. Finally!" Dawn is so happy about being able to come home. Home. I only hope that I can make Dawn remotely happy living in room 3A. She has been through alot with the sickness and all. How will I be able to do that living with Gregory?
"Buff? Are you ok?" I have let a tear slip.
"I'm fine. I'm glad your doing better." So very glad. I couldn't lose Dawn.
I need to get on home. Visting hours are about over. Plus, I need to patrol. Then, I need to get back to the motel and clean alittle, so I can wake up tomorrow and clean some more.
Sunnydale motel
"Bye guys. Hey, I'll catch you guys tomorrow." I hear Gregory telling his friends goodbye. He stubbles into the room. Hopefully, he'll pass out soon.
No such luck.
I feel him on top of me and I feel icky. The smell of whatever he was drinking is making me want to vomit. He moves his hands up and down me and I begin to cry for the second time today. He finishes and passes out beside me.
Showers always make me feel better. The warm water. I can't seem to wash enough. His smell is all over me. I feel like killing myself. I feel the only reason to live is for Dawn. One week, only one week till she will be home. I haven't told Gregory yet. I will later, when he is in a good mood.
I get out of the shower and change into something for bed. Gregory is alseep, I crawl beside him and go to sleep myself.
The next morning.
"I have some good news." He turns around and stares at me. I can't speak.
"Well. Lets have it." He answers me so harshly. Why does he have to do that.
"Buffy, what the hell is wrong with you?" I realize at this moment that I can't stand him. But, what am I gonna do. I still have a stack of Dawn's bills to pay. Plus, when she gets out she will need food and a place to stay.
"I...I umm...I just wanted to tell you that Dawn is getting out next week." I wait for his reaction.
"Buffy, you don't expect for her to live here?" I look at him in suprise.
"What.." I ask him sheepishly.
"Buffy, you have a father. Why can't he take her in?"
"Because, we can't find him. He is always away on business."
After an hour of screaming and yelling, Gregory tells me to get out. He is kicking me out. Willow is in England this semester. Giles is in England. Xander and Anya are married. They don't have room at their place. I'm homeless.
I have to give in, I have to go to the only person that can help me now.
Feedback? Should I keep going with this?
Spoilers: I guess after season 6 and before season 7 of Buffy. Buffy had too many bills and had to sell the house. She and Dawn moved into a motel on the edge of town.
Author's note: My stories are short and to the point. This story is apart from my other story, "A Slayer's Family". As always, tell me if this sucks so I won't waste my time.
This story is written in Buffy's POV.
"Ok, Buffy lets go through this again." I look back at Gregory and roll my eyes. He is standing beside the drawers that are under the TV. " Shirts go this side," He speaks to me like I'm a child. "and socks on this one."
I don't respond to him. He turns to leave. To a bar to get drunk, no doubt. I don't mind. This way I get to go to the hospital to vist Dawn without being told when I should be home.
I'm a shell of my former self. I still patrol. I still see my friends. But, I'm not the same at all. I only put up with Gregory because I have to. I have to pay Dawn's bills, I have to have a place to live, and I have to have something to eat. With Gregory, I'm able to provide for Dawn. Although, I dread the day that Dawn comes home from the hospital and has to live here.
When she first got sick I wanted to ask Angel for help. My pride wouldn't let me. When I think of Angel I start to cry. I love him. I love him so much.
Sunnydale Hospital
"The doctor says in 1 week I'll be ready to get out of here. Finally!" Dawn is so happy about being able to come home. Home. I only hope that I can make Dawn remotely happy living in room 3A. She has been through alot with the sickness and all. How will I be able to do that living with Gregory?
"Buff? Are you ok?" I have let a tear slip.
"I'm fine. I'm glad your doing better." So very glad. I couldn't lose Dawn.
I need to get on home. Visting hours are about over. Plus, I need to patrol. Then, I need to get back to the motel and clean alittle, so I can wake up tomorrow and clean some more.
Sunnydale motel
"Bye guys. Hey, I'll catch you guys tomorrow." I hear Gregory telling his friends goodbye. He stubbles into the room. Hopefully, he'll pass out soon.
No such luck.
I feel him on top of me and I feel icky. The smell of whatever he was drinking is making me want to vomit. He moves his hands up and down me and I begin to cry for the second time today. He finishes and passes out beside me.
Showers always make me feel better. The warm water. I can't seem to wash enough. His smell is all over me. I feel like killing myself. I feel the only reason to live is for Dawn. One week, only one week till she will be home. I haven't told Gregory yet. I will later, when he is in a good mood.
I get out of the shower and change into something for bed. Gregory is alseep, I crawl beside him and go to sleep myself.
The next morning.
"I have some good news." He turns around and stares at me. I can't speak.
"Well. Lets have it." He answers me so harshly. Why does he have to do that.
"Buffy, what the hell is wrong with you?" I realize at this moment that I can't stand him. But, what am I gonna do. I still have a stack of Dawn's bills to pay. Plus, when she gets out she will need food and a place to stay.
"I...I umm...I just wanted to tell you that Dawn is getting out next week." I wait for his reaction.
"Buffy, you don't expect for her to live here?" I look at him in suprise.
"What.." I ask him sheepishly.
"Buffy, you have a father. Why can't he take her in?"
"Because, we can't find him. He is always away on business."
After an hour of screaming and yelling, Gregory tells me to get out. He is kicking me out. Willow is in England this semester. Giles is in England. Xander and Anya are married. They don't have room at their place. I'm homeless.
I have to give in, I have to go to the only person that can help me now.
Feedback? Should I keep going with this?