Chapter 5
After they left, Alex noticed that someone else was missing. While everyone was talking she snuck away and headed upstairs. She walked into one of the rooms and found Wesley sitting on the bed; he seemed a little out of it. "Hey, you sure you're okay?" He looked up and noticed her there and gave a faint smile.
"Of course, please come in." He told her as she entered the room and sat down next to him on the bed.
"I'm not trying to be nosy. You just seem kinda sad about something." He just nodded. "You wanna talk about it?" He looked at her and sighed.
"I just talked to my father recently and like all of our other conversations, it didn't go so well." Alex nodded; she knew what it was like to have a father that basically wanted nothing to do with you.
"What happened?" She asked, trying to get him to open up.
"Just him being cruel as usual. Still treating me like a child, thinks I wasted my life. You would think I would be used to it by now, but all I have ever wanted was to get that man to be proud of me. No matter what I did, he would always think that I was a screw up. I guess even after all these years I'm still getting him to just tell me that he was proud about anything that I have accomplished. I guess it's just too much to ask for." Alex sympathized with him.
"I'm sorry; it must be hard not to be accepted by your father. I should know." Wesley nodded.
"Yes, you do. You are a very brave girl to have gone through what you went through with your father and everything else and still be here to talk about it. I always admired that about you." Alex smiled.
"Thanks, if it makes you feel better mostly everyone here has had problems with their fathers. Like Buffy, Dawn, Xander, and Tara. So, you're really not alone." Wesley smiled at her.
"No, I'm really not." After that they just sat in silence when someone else made their presence known.
"Hey, what are we talking about?" Fred asked as she walked into the room, still seeming a bit skittish.
"Deadbeat fathers, you wanna come hang?" Alex asked her and Fred smiled.
"Sure," she replied. After Fred sat down on the bed next to Wesley, they all remained silent. No more words needed to be said.
After they left, Alex noticed that someone else was missing. While everyone was talking she snuck away and headed upstairs. She walked into one of the rooms and found Wesley sitting on the bed; he seemed a little out of it. "Hey, you sure you're okay?" He looked up and noticed her there and gave a faint smile.
"Of course, please come in." He told her as she entered the room and sat down next to him on the bed.
"I'm not trying to be nosy. You just seem kinda sad about something." He just nodded. "You wanna talk about it?" He looked at her and sighed.
"I just talked to my father recently and like all of our other conversations, it didn't go so well." Alex nodded; she knew what it was like to have a father that basically wanted nothing to do with you.
"What happened?" She asked, trying to get him to open up.
"Just him being cruel as usual. Still treating me like a child, thinks I wasted my life. You would think I would be used to it by now, but all I have ever wanted was to get that man to be proud of me. No matter what I did, he would always think that I was a screw up. I guess even after all these years I'm still getting him to just tell me that he was proud about anything that I have accomplished. I guess it's just too much to ask for." Alex sympathized with him.
"I'm sorry; it must be hard not to be accepted by your father. I should know." Wesley nodded.
"Yes, you do. You are a very brave girl to have gone through what you went through with your father and everything else and still be here to talk about it. I always admired that about you." Alex smiled.
"Thanks, if it makes you feel better mostly everyone here has had problems with their fathers. Like Buffy, Dawn, Xander, and Tara. So, you're really not alone." Wesley smiled at her.
"No, I'm really not." After that they just sat in silence when someone else made their presence known.
"Hey, what are we talking about?" Fred asked as she walked into the room, still seeming a bit skittish.
"Deadbeat fathers, you wanna come hang?" Alex asked her and Fred smiled.
"Sure," she replied. After Fred sat down on the bed next to Wesley, they all remained silent. No more words needed to be said.
