Chapter 3
A/N: I seemed to have lost a lot of readers in that last chapter, but honestly, I didn't mean to surprise you all. It just came out. I've done fluff, drama, and now this will be my angsty-romance type. Thanks to Spuffy Girl, who did review.
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Maybe if I stay in here for long enough he'll just leave.
"You still in there, pet?"
Or maybe not.
"Just a minute." I say.
I take one last look at myself in the mirror and cringe. Oh well, nothing I can do about that now.
I walk out of the bathroom and he looks at me with a concerned face.
"You OK, umm. . . I don't know your name."
"Call me Liz."
No point in telling him my real name yet, he might go and blab that he ran into a freaky looking girl having an emotional breakdown on me.
"OK then."
He walks with me out into the courtyard and we sit down on a bench.
"I'm William."
I nod and try to avoid his penetrating gaze.
"Wanna tell me what all the tears were about earlier?"
I shake my head 'no.'
"OK," he says.
Over the loud speaker a voice booms out at me.
"Will Buffy Summers please report to the guidance office."
I look at him and attempt to smile.
"Someone's calling for my better half. I need to go. I'll see you soon?"
He smiles and nods.
"Thank you." I say quietly.
"Pleasure."
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"Hello, Buffy, my name is Willow Rosenburge, but please call me Willow. It seems you're in here because you're teacher thinks that you have a lot of repressed rage in you."
I look up at the young woman behind the desk in the guidance office.
"Aren't you a little young to work here?"
She smiles. I like her smile.
"I'm 22. I'm doing this as a part time job to get through college. I'm trying to earn a masters' degree."
"Oh."
The red-headed psycho-analyst looks me over with a slight frown on her face.
"It looks to me like you've been through hell today." She says.
I sit down in the chair and my vision starts to blur.
"I-I don't know where to start. I mean, this isn't just PMS or a crush gone wrong, 'cuz believe me when I say I could have any guy in this school. This is something I've been holding on to for a long time. . ."
I trail off and put my hand to my forehead.
"I understand. . ."
"No, you really don't. I don't even understand, how could you? Maybe-maybe I've just told myself so many times that I'll be OK, that I actually started to believe it for a while. Emphasis on the 'For a while.' Sometimes, all the walls just shatter around you, ya know? And now, I just need to tell someone, anyone, 'cuz I've kept it to myself for so long. . ."
Somewhere in that speech the tears that I had been holding back began to fall.
When I look up the pixie-like woman in front of me is staring at me with comforting eyes, which start me back up again.
"Two years ago I was raped."
That's it. I'm breaking down into the millions of tiny pieces that have come loose ever since I was cracked two years ago. I'm finally going to cry my heart out, and not worry about what's going to happen next.
The fire-haired lady, whose true name shall not be spoken due to the fact that if it was, I would probably just go catatonic with all the truth and shit that's been buried down on me for so long, comes around the desk and puts her arms around me.
"Too real, too real, too real. . ." I sob as I stumble out of her arms and back into a corner of the room. I curl myself up into a little ball, as if I'm shielding myself from the rest of the world.
"I can't take it anymore."
This is when I start babbling. And let me say, I never EVER babble.
"Pixie lady, use magic, make it go away, oh God, oh God, I-I"
My voice hitches as I break into sobs again.
"Do you want me to call your mom?"
"NO!" I look up, frightened.
"I just- I just can't go back there right now. I-I need to get away from all of them. It's just too real."
I wipe away my tears.
"I'm sorry. . . I've never done that before. . . I'll get out of your way, you probably have other people you need to see."
She looks at me with a face of sheer determination.
"No. I'm not letting you out of this room until you are fully comfortable going back into the outside world. Can you honestly say that you can do that right now?"
"No." I reply meekly.
She smiles. I like her, she's nice. And she understands me. . . At least from the younger person point of view.
My thought train is interrupted as there's a knock on the door, which promptly opens.
"Sorry to disturb you, but there's a phone call waiting for- Liz?"
When the door opened, I had curled up again into my little ball in the corner, but now I see that it is William at the door, and I unfurl just a bit.
He rushes over to me and takes me into his arms and rocks me. I should feel angry, this is someone I barely know, but somehow it feels right.
"Buffy, I'm going to go get the phone. William, you try anything, and I will have you kicked out of this school immediately, OK?"
William nods and she walks out the door, quietly shutting it behind her.
"How do you know Pixie Lady?" I ask, not realizing the childishness of the sentence structure.
He doesn't seem to care, he just smiles and says, "When I first enrolled here, I applied to help in the guidance office almost immediately. I like to help people, and I want to be just like Red out there when I get out into this world. So why are you here, Ducks?"
"I have some. . . Major issues I need to work out. Big, painful, scary issues that I've kept hidden until today. Hence the hysterics when I bumped into you earlier. . . Sorry about that. . ."
"S'alright, Love."
I put my head under his chin and he rocks me back and forth until my pain seems a million miles away.
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A/N: OK, there will be a happy ending (Not for a long time. . . I'm still fully into this plot-line, and I want to keep working on it for a while.), but for now, know that rape is a serious issue, and it needs a lot of time sometimes to deal with it. Stick with me, though, and please review! It's like coal to my fire.
A/N: I seemed to have lost a lot of readers in that last chapter, but honestly, I didn't mean to surprise you all. It just came out. I've done fluff, drama, and now this will be my angsty-romance type. Thanks to Spuffy Girl, who did review.
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Maybe if I stay in here for long enough he'll just leave.
"You still in there, pet?"
Or maybe not.
"Just a minute." I say.
I take one last look at myself in the mirror and cringe. Oh well, nothing I can do about that now.
I walk out of the bathroom and he looks at me with a concerned face.
"You OK, umm. . . I don't know your name."
"Call me Liz."
No point in telling him my real name yet, he might go and blab that he ran into a freaky looking girl having an emotional breakdown on me.
"OK then."
He walks with me out into the courtyard and we sit down on a bench.
"I'm William."
I nod and try to avoid his penetrating gaze.
"Wanna tell me what all the tears were about earlier?"
I shake my head 'no.'
"OK," he says.
Over the loud speaker a voice booms out at me.
"Will Buffy Summers please report to the guidance office."
I look at him and attempt to smile.
"Someone's calling for my better half. I need to go. I'll see you soon?"
He smiles and nods.
"Thank you." I say quietly.
"Pleasure."
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"Hello, Buffy, my name is Willow Rosenburge, but please call me Willow. It seems you're in here because you're teacher thinks that you have a lot of repressed rage in you."
I look up at the young woman behind the desk in the guidance office.
"Aren't you a little young to work here?"
She smiles. I like her smile.
"I'm 22. I'm doing this as a part time job to get through college. I'm trying to earn a masters' degree."
"Oh."
The red-headed psycho-analyst looks me over with a slight frown on her face.
"It looks to me like you've been through hell today." She says.
I sit down in the chair and my vision starts to blur.
"I-I don't know where to start. I mean, this isn't just PMS or a crush gone wrong, 'cuz believe me when I say I could have any guy in this school. This is something I've been holding on to for a long time. . ."
I trail off and put my hand to my forehead.
"I understand. . ."
"No, you really don't. I don't even understand, how could you? Maybe-maybe I've just told myself so many times that I'll be OK, that I actually started to believe it for a while. Emphasis on the 'For a while.' Sometimes, all the walls just shatter around you, ya know? And now, I just need to tell someone, anyone, 'cuz I've kept it to myself for so long. . ."
Somewhere in that speech the tears that I had been holding back began to fall.
When I look up the pixie-like woman in front of me is staring at me with comforting eyes, which start me back up again.
"Two years ago I was raped."
That's it. I'm breaking down into the millions of tiny pieces that have come loose ever since I was cracked two years ago. I'm finally going to cry my heart out, and not worry about what's going to happen next.
The fire-haired lady, whose true name shall not be spoken due to the fact that if it was, I would probably just go catatonic with all the truth and shit that's been buried down on me for so long, comes around the desk and puts her arms around me.
"Too real, too real, too real. . ." I sob as I stumble out of her arms and back into a corner of the room. I curl myself up into a little ball, as if I'm shielding myself from the rest of the world.
"I can't take it anymore."
This is when I start babbling. And let me say, I never EVER babble.
"Pixie lady, use magic, make it go away, oh God, oh God, I-I"
My voice hitches as I break into sobs again.
"Do you want me to call your mom?"
"NO!" I look up, frightened.
"I just- I just can't go back there right now. I-I need to get away from all of them. It's just too real."
I wipe away my tears.
"I'm sorry. . . I've never done that before. . . I'll get out of your way, you probably have other people you need to see."
She looks at me with a face of sheer determination.
"No. I'm not letting you out of this room until you are fully comfortable going back into the outside world. Can you honestly say that you can do that right now?"
"No." I reply meekly.
She smiles. I like her, she's nice. And she understands me. . . At least from the younger person point of view.
My thought train is interrupted as there's a knock on the door, which promptly opens.
"Sorry to disturb you, but there's a phone call waiting for- Liz?"
When the door opened, I had curled up again into my little ball in the corner, but now I see that it is William at the door, and I unfurl just a bit.
He rushes over to me and takes me into his arms and rocks me. I should feel angry, this is someone I barely know, but somehow it feels right.
"Buffy, I'm going to go get the phone. William, you try anything, and I will have you kicked out of this school immediately, OK?"
William nods and she walks out the door, quietly shutting it behind her.
"How do you know Pixie Lady?" I ask, not realizing the childishness of the sentence structure.
He doesn't seem to care, he just smiles and says, "When I first enrolled here, I applied to help in the guidance office almost immediately. I like to help people, and I want to be just like Red out there when I get out into this world. So why are you here, Ducks?"
"I have some. . . Major issues I need to work out. Big, painful, scary issues that I've kept hidden until today. Hence the hysterics when I bumped into you earlier. . . Sorry about that. . ."
"S'alright, Love."
I put my head under his chin and he rocks me back and forth until my pain seems a million miles away.
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A/N: OK, there will be a happy ending (Not for a long time. . . I'm still fully into this plot-line, and I want to keep working on it for a while.), but for now, know that rape is a serious issue, and it needs a lot of time sometimes to deal with it. Stick with me, though, and please review! It's like coal to my fire.
