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TV Shows » Angel » Wesley's Torment text size: (+) : (-) Author: Ravenfyre 1. The Intervention2. Flashbacks3. Possible solution PG-13 - English - Angst/General - Reviews: 5 - Publish date: 10-25-02 - Updated: 03-27-03 story id: 1032300 Disclaimer: I should have done this on the first part but it didn't cross my mind. This story is taking place in between the first and second season, in an alternate universe. I do not own any of the characters (obviously), and this is a crossover between Buffy and Angel.

Part 2/?

Wesley's eyes fluttered opened to see Angel and the gang asleep, in the room. He sat up, his whole body fighting him as he did so. It took him a few moments to realize what had happened. 'Bugger!' He thought to himself. 'Why couldn't they just stay out of it?' He noticed that Angel's head was resting on part of the bed. 'Stop sticking your nose where it doesn't belong, Angel. I was doing just fine, until you showed up.' He eased out of the bed carefully, so that he wouldn't stir the vampire, and climbed over all of the sleeping bodies. He crept down the stairs, hoping that it wouldn't creak, and into the living room. He placed his hand on the doorknob, "Where do you think your going?" Angel asked from behind. "No where in particular. I just thought it would be nice to go for a walk." He replied as he turned around with a sincere look on his face. "Is that why you were sneaking out of here?" "I wasn't sneaking. I Just need some fresh air." "Then you wouldn't mind some company." "Angel.just back off, would you?" "No, I will not. I am not going to stand here while my best friend keeps hurting himself. You need help Wesley, let us help you." "Oh please! All you care about is this god damn business. I could be lying dead in a ditch right now and you wouldn't care. So don't give me that shit!" "Wesley, I am not your father, I do care and I will not hurt you." He paled, "I never mentioned anything about my father or my past. Get away from me." "Wesley.Its okay I am not going to hurt." He reached out a hand, to place on Wesley's shoulder, Wesley backed up. "Don't touch me!" "Wesley.its okay.I wont hurt you." Wesley started to back up, "I.just stay away from me!" He turned and ran up the stairs. Angel looked up at the fleeting figure. "Oh boy!" ~*~ "It is much worse than I had first originally thought. He is afraid of touch and after I mentioned his father he went ballistic." "Oh dear." Giles stated. "Oh dear is right." Angel responded. "So what are we going to do?" Willow asked. "I don't know. He has locked himself in one of the rooms. And I haven't been able to get through to him. I just hope he isn't losing his mind and that it isn't to late to save him." "That is an awful thought." Cordelia stated. "I know but." He sighed. "We.he really needs our help." "So what exactly do you propose that we do Angel?" "I don't know Giles.that's why I called this meeting. Any suggestions?" "Yeah I have one.stop talking about me behind my back. I am not crazy! If you were really my friends you wouldn't be discussing this!" And with that Wesley went back upstairs with tears in his eyes. "Great! Just fucking great!" "Angel.are you going to go after him?" "I am the last person he wants to see right now." "So.what have we decided.anything?" "No.we.were interrupted." "Maybe counseling?" Willow suggested. "He wouldn't go for that." "Well what then?" "I don't know. I am going out. We can continue this later." ~*~ Wesley was sitting on the floor behind the door rocking back and forth, tears streaming down his face. "They wont commit me, they wont. I am perfectly sane. I am normal." His told himself, as his nails dug into his skin. ' Wesley was swimming in his pool when he heard the sliding glass door open. He looked up.his father was standing there belt in hand. "Get your bloody ass out that pool." "Why? What did I do? Mum, said I could swim when I finished my chores and my homework. I did all of that." "Yeah well you missed a spot." "I highly doubt. Unless of course you made the mess your self." "Get your ass out of the pool. If I have to come in and get you, may god help you." " What a thing to say.especially coming from you." He ignored his father and went back to playing with his toys and swimming around. His father waded into the water, grabbed him by the hair and dragged him out. Wesley began to cry as his legs began to sting from the cuts and blood welled out of them. His mother came out as James raised the belt.

"James!" The belt hit the cuts, Wesley screamed. His mother ran to him and tried to grab Wesley away from James. James smacked her and she fell back on the cement, hard. She got back up and went to grab Wesley again. This time James got up, Wesley still on the ground, stepped on him and walked over to his mother. He grabbed her by her hair and threw her against the sliding glass door, it shattered. She was bleeding. She looked over to Wesley. "Run baby, run. I love you." Wesley got up and ran around the house. He ran inside and grabbed the phone. James picked her up again and threw her into the pool. He walked in and punched her. He then grabbed her and pushed her down in the water, holding her down, until she didn't move anymore. Wesley dialed the 911. "My mum is being drowned, please come quickly." "Okay can you tell me where you live?" "4578 Westchester blvd. Please hurry, or I will be next." "Okay we are on our way." Wesley hung up, as he saw his mother's lifeless body floating on the top of the water. His father coming back inside.' Wesley crawled into a ball. "Mum." He called out in between his sobs.
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