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Rating: PG13ish - R, maybe NC17 in some areas (where aloud) deals with rape, teen pregnancy, abuse, slight drug use, language and sex. (Edited to be at least R, except where aloud)
Summery 15 year old Buffy Summers has run away from her abusive father, her mother is dead and she has no other family. This is an A/U fic.
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A/N: I came up with the idea for this story long time ago. It wasn't originally made for Buffy. However I played and pulled at it and developed it into this story. Um I just thought I'd tell you all this, but as always please send ideas it always helps
I know this chapter isn't that long, but I figured I'd post it today to make you all little happier, I have the next two days off and I'll try to get a chapter done on both my stories.
A~
Chapter 2
Buffy made her way down the stairs, trying to find out when the guy was.
'Angel.' she thought to herself. 'He said his name was Angel.' She found him in the kitchen, he was cooking something.
"Where would you think these?" She asked him, nodding to her clothes and towels. She had dressed in one of his shirts and a pair of shorts, that were way to big for her. His eyes looked her body over. She was very pretty.
"Just set them on the floor in there." He told her pointing the laundry room. She did as she was told.
"Do you like Mac'N Chease?" He asked her.
"Yes."
"Good, that's all I could find that was quick." He told her causing a small smile to escape her lips.
When it was done He scooped them both up some and set them on the table. "Would you like some soda to drink?" He asked her.
"Sure." She replied, eyeing the food.
"Sit down, eat. If you want more, you can have more." He told her as he got down two glasses and pored Coke into each. He sat down to and began to eat. He wasn't really hungry, but he figured it would make her feel better if he ate too.
"So, how did you end up running away?" He asked her, trying to get her to talk, Myabe this would help him with her.
"My mom died, I was 13." She started. "My dad didn't care about anything after that, he didn't care about much before that though." She stopped to take a bite of her food.
"I'm not sure why she died, no one ever told me. They just told me she was sick, and might die." She paused, shoveling another spoonful of food to her mouth.
"But after she died my dad became really abusive. He would hit me for the stupidest things.
I wasn't aloud to go anywhere except school, and If I couldn't cover up my marks I couldn't go." He could hear the harshness of her words.
"One day, maybe 6 months ago. I just left." She paused again, but didn't eat no more, just played with it, before continuing.
"I left and I swore to myself I would never go back. I just walked, tried to get as far away from L.A. As possible."
"Do you feel that your far enough away?" He asked her, wondering how she got from L.A. To Sunnydale.
She shook her head no. She took another bite of her food waiting for his next question.
"Do you have any other family?" He asked.
"No, not that I know of." She pushed her bowl of food away and picked up her soda, inhaling it in seconds.
"Are you ready for bed?" He asked, as he finished his food and took their dishes to the sink.
"I guess." She replied meekly. He could tell she was still unsure of him, why she spilled her story was only to get it off her chest, trying to reach out to someone.
"I have a guest room you can sleep in." He informed her. She nodded her head, and followed him up the stairs, he walked past a few doors and then opened one.
"Here you go, every thing is clean." He told her with a smile. "I'll be in that room there if you need anything." He pointed to a room farther down the hall.
"Okay." She replied. She watched him walk down the hall to his own room.
"Goodnight." He told her.
"Night."
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Buffy work up the next morning later then she had woken up sense she had ran away. She stayed in the bed, the warm sun shining on her, it felt good just to lay there and be lazy. Soon she got restless and decided to snoop. She got up and looked under the bed.
Nothing.
There was a few boxes in the closet, but she wasn't going to snoop that much. The dresser was empty too, as was the desk, except for a dictionary. She sighed putting the book back she decided to go downstairs. Steping out her door she could her him downstairs in the kitchen. She stopped to look at some pictures that hung in the hall. There was one of a dark haired girl, and a bleached blonde boy. There was another one with the girl and boy with Angel and one of all three of them with two adults.
'his parents.' she guessed. She came to one of those picture frames that hold 5 or 6 pictures.
It held pictures of him and the boy and girl when they were younger, and others of what seamed to be friends. Buffy guessed that the boy and girl must have been his brother and sister, she remembered him having said something to her about a sister the night before. She continued walking down the stairs, and found him in the kitchen as she had figured.
"Hey." She greeted him, her voice still a little horse.
He turned around and smiled at her. "Morning." He greeted. "I hope you like Bacon, eggs and french toast." He asked.
She nodded her head but realized he wasn't watching her anymore. "Yes."
"Good. I hope your hungry."
Buffy kind of smiled at the comment, when you went as long as she had with no or a little bit of food, you were almost always hungry.
"After we eat we can look into some places for you." He paid attention to how she reacted to this comment. She slightly nodded her head and gave a soft 'Kay' answer.
"Do you want me to help with anything?" She asked, feeling useless.
"You could get two glasses down and get some orange juice." He told her.
