Out of the Closet
"What did you just say?" Hank asked, checking that he had heard his daughter right.
"I love him," Buffy said slowly and clearly, wrapping her good arm around Spike. Spike's jaw dropped. He hadn't expected her to say that.
Hanks face turned a dark red colour, a colour no one had seen since Dawn first got arrested (the only time as far as Hank and Joyce knew).
"Spike, would you mind if we talked on our own?" Joyce asked him calmly. She didn't want her husband's temper going out of control. Spike nodded and wheeled himself towards the elevator to wait up in his room.
Hank waited until Spike was out of the room before speaking again. "How long has this been going on?"
"Two months," Buffy answered. Not daring to look her father in the eye.
"And you didn't tell us?" He was really struggling to stay calm.
"You weren't here to tell," Buffy whispered, tears starting to well up in her eyes. "You weren't here to know..."
"Know what?" Joyce could tell by the look in her daughter's eyes that she wasn't telling them everything.
"Anything. What goes on in this house. You don't know about Tara or Dawn or Raven"
"Because you didn't tell us!" Hank yelled. "Who are Raven and Tara?"
"Raven's the girl that tried to kill me and Spike and Tara's the homeless girl that lived with us for months before she moved in with Willow," Buffy explained. The only time she really spoke to her father was when he was in a temper and she knew from experience to answer all his questions or he gets really angry.
"But she doesn't live here anymore?" Joyce double-checked.
"No," Buffy said. "Can I go?" She felt brave asking her dad this when he was in such a mood.
"Yes, go," he rubbed his head. Buffy blinked a few times, this was the fastest time ever he had calmed down. "I have to go to work."
She turned to leave. But Hank called her back
"Oh, and Buffy." She stopped. "You have one hour to get out of here."
Hank left the house, slamming the door behind him, Joyce running behind him.
Buffy walked numbly up the stairs to her room.
"What did you just say?" Hank asked, checking that he had heard his daughter right.
"I love him," Buffy said slowly and clearly, wrapping her good arm around Spike. Spike's jaw dropped. He hadn't expected her to say that.
Hanks face turned a dark red colour, a colour no one had seen since Dawn first got arrested (the only time as far as Hank and Joyce knew).
"Spike, would you mind if we talked on our own?" Joyce asked him calmly. She didn't want her husband's temper going out of control. Spike nodded and wheeled himself towards the elevator to wait up in his room.
Hank waited until Spike was out of the room before speaking again. "How long has this been going on?"
"Two months," Buffy answered. Not daring to look her father in the eye.
"And you didn't tell us?" He was really struggling to stay calm.
"You weren't here to tell," Buffy whispered, tears starting to well up in her eyes. "You weren't here to know..."
"Know what?" Joyce could tell by the look in her daughter's eyes that she wasn't telling them everything.
"Anything. What goes on in this house. You don't know about Tara or Dawn or Raven"
"Because you didn't tell us!" Hank yelled. "Who are Raven and Tara?"
"Raven's the girl that tried to kill me and Spike and Tara's the homeless girl that lived with us for months before she moved in with Willow," Buffy explained. The only time she really spoke to her father was when he was in a temper and she knew from experience to answer all his questions or he gets really angry.
"But she doesn't live here anymore?" Joyce double-checked.
"No," Buffy said. "Can I go?" She felt brave asking her dad this when he was in such a mood.
"Yes, go," he rubbed his head. Buffy blinked a few times, this was the fastest time ever he had calmed down. "I have to go to work."
She turned to leave. But Hank called her back
"Oh, and Buffy." She stopped. "You have one hour to get out of here."
Hank left the house, slamming the door behind him, Joyce running behind him.
Buffy walked numbly up the stairs to her room.