RETURN
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CHAPTER 3Stephen (Connor) washed and changed into new clothes that Fred had bought him. He was wearing dark blue jeans, a black sweatshirt, and black timberland boots. Stephen walked downstairs to the lobby. Angel, Gunn, and Fred were all there.
"Uh, hi. Do you feel any better?" Angel asked.
"Yes. I want to go home now," the brown-headed boy replied.
"Listen. Sit down," said Angel. He turned to his friends and gave them a "get lost" look.
"Um, Fred, let's go…"
"Put in new drapes?" Fred suggested.
"That'll work." Gunn and Fred left out of the room.
Stephen sat down. "What is going on?"
"Listen to me. I have something to tell you." Angel sat down on the arm of the couch Stephen was sitting on. "Have you ever heard of Angelus?"
"Heard of him? I was raised to hate him. And I do."
"Oh. Well, I'm Angel."
"Angel!" Stephen cried, jumping up. "You're Angelus!"
"No." Angel stood up. "I'm not! Not anymore."
"That's not what my father says."
"Holtz isn't your father. I am."
"No. He told me all about you."
"Well, guess what. He lied. I'm your father. When you were a few months old he took you from me and raised you in Quor-Tov. This is all for revenge. I'm your real father. The real deal."
"You're a monster and a thing. You're not my father."
"Yes, I am! And whether you believe it or not I'm all you have right now. Because you're not going back to that place and there is no way to get you back."
Stephen turned away from him. Angel sighed deeply. What was he doing? Getting into an argument with the twelve-year-old wasn't going to help at all. This wasn't supposed to be easy.
"I know it's hard," said Angel. "Believe me. But
please try to listen. I'm not the evil monster you were raised to hate. I'm
Angel. I'm not Angelus. But more than anything I'm your father."
"Why do you care?" Stephen asked.
"Because I do. And I love you… Connor."
"My name is Stephen!"
"Well, consider it legally changed! You're life in Quor-Tov is over. You're name is Connor and don't forget it."
"Fine," the boy muttered.
"OK. So now we're going to give this a try."
Author's Note: I know what a lot of you are thinking. Connor gave in too easily, right? Well, that might have been easy but the rest will be hard. Reviews would be great. I depend on those! And I'm sorry that this chapter is short.