A/N Yay for reviews, I got reviews. I'm really happy 'cause I got reviews!
Oh and just for the record, this chapter is going to be a little dark.... And
a little violent, just a warning....
A special thank you to blip-dragon, Katie, buffynangelforever, and miss- ange for reviewing the last chapter.
Disclaimer: I refuse to say this any longer....
Summary: Buffy's just a normal girl who's lost her way in the world, but what happens when another lost soul captures her heart, and refuses to give it back?
But It Feels So Right
Angel's father held Buffy's clothes in his hands, and Angel didn't know what to say. He couldn't tell him about Buffy, not now.
"Th-they're Darla's sir." He lied; trying to sound nervous hoping his father would buy it. "I was planning to give them back to her tomorrow."
His father didn't know that he had never had sex with Darla; he probably didn't even know she had never set foot in Angel's bedroom before, let alone this house, but right now, Angel didn't really care, he would let his father believe what he wanted to believe.
His father sighed, "Right, see to that." He said, handing the clothes to Angel, and dismissing his son, looking quite disappointed in him.
Angel took the clothes, and trying to look relieved, headed back out to the front hall, expecting to see Buffy there, but when he didn't he panicked again. Then he decided that she probably went up stairs to his room, she was smart, maybe she was waiting for him up there.
He ran up the stairs, then walked down the rest of the hall to his room. Opening the door, he saw Buffy sitting on his bed, looking as though she was waiting hours for that door to open.
She sighed in relief when she saw it was Angel who had come in, and stood up.
"What did your father want?" she asked, walking over to him.
Angel closed the and held her clothes out to her, "He found your clothes in my room, and started asking questions." He started to explain, and Buffy paled.
"He doesn't know I'm here, does he?" She asked, interrupting Angel's explanation.
"No, I told him they were Darla's and he seemed to buy it. I guess I'll have to be more careful, maybe put these in my dresser where he wont go snooping. And Buffy?"
"Yeah?"
"You know you will have to go home sometime...." He said, hating that he had to bring this up, and knowing that she didn't want to hear it.
Buffy looked down, "Yeah, I know.... I just don't think I'm ready yet...."
"We can wait until you're ready...." He assured her, but she didn't perk up.
"But the longer I wait to go home, the more angry my father's going to be at me." She said, "I think it would be best if I just returned home tonight."
Angel could hear a small amount of fear in her voice as she spoke. The same fear he had been trying to get rid of the first night she had spent here. But he also thought she sounded brave, especially for someone who had a home like she did.
"If you feel you can, I wont stop you, but.... If he gives you any trouble, I want you to call me right away. No ifs, ands, or buts about that, got it?" He said, holding her clothes out for her to take.
She nodded, and took her clothes from him, "Should we go now, or wait until later?" she asked, looking up at him.
"When ever you want." He said.
She took a deep breath, and blinked a couple of times, then moved towards the door, "Let's go now, it's getting dark if we're going to go, it should be now." Buffy said, though she really didn't want to go. She wanted to stay with Angel, but she couldn't do that, not forever at least.
He nodded at her, and opened the door, only to see his father on the other side. Taken by surprise, Angel looks up at his dad.
"Yes sir?" he asked, wondering if his father had been eavesdropping.
"Who are you talking to in there son?"
"A friend, I was just about to take them home." Angel told his father, wondering why he seemed so interested in what he was doing all of a sudden.
His father looked at him suspiciously, then nodded, "Tell Darla I said 'hello.' He said and walked down the hall.
Angel blinked, his father thought Darla was here, well, it was better than him knowing Buffy was here, even though she was leaving. His father had always thought highly of Darla. She was rich, pretty; everything his father thought Angel needed in a girl, and Angel doubted that his father would approve of Buffy.
She was a lot different than Darla. Hanging out with the kids who seemed to be arrested every other day, and burning the school's flag was not what Angel's father saw to be proper upbringing for a girl. His father was weird like that, of course, Angel's grandfather was the same way with him, so it was probably a family thing. One family thing Angel hoped he never picked up.
Angel ushered Buffy out of his room, and they walked down the hallway together in silence. When they reached the front door, Angel opened it for her, and the walked out to his car. Buffy got in, and waited for him to start the engine before she spoke.
"Angel, will you wait outside for a second before you go?" she asked, looking over at him.
"Sure, if you want me to."
"Thanks."
Angel could tell she really didn't want to do this, and he would've said something if she hadn't seemed so important that she go through with it. And plus, he was sure that is she didn't go home now, there would be a Missing Person statement out in a couple of days.
Buffy was staring at her lap for the entire car ride, dreading the moment when the car would stop, and she would have to face her father.
Hank Summers was not one of the nicest men on the Earth, nor was he one of the weakest. In fact, compared to Buffy, he was quite strong, and for some reason he felt the need to show her this every time he thought she did something wrong.
Joyce Summers on the other hand was a loving mother, the only problem was that she was afraid of her husband as much as her daughter was, and could do nothing about what was happening. But countless times Joyce had let Hank get away with these things, and not done anything about it. It had been a concerned teacher who had consulted Buffy, and after not getting any info from her, had called Social Services.
A representative had come to their home, but everything had seemed normal and she had ended up leaving with out making any notes of any kind. And they hadn't heard back from social services for a while, until a neighbor had called SS because she had seen some of Buffy's bruises. Again nothing had been done, and Buffy's father had moved the family to Sunnydale to prevent any more confrontation, and of course because Buffy had been expelled due to her burning down the gym.
Angel looked over at Buffy as he stopped, and turned off the car. He wondered if she was going to be ok going in there alone. He was contemplating asking her if she wanted him to come when the car door opened and she got out on the car.
"Thanks for the ride Angel, I'll probably see you at school tomorrow, but if I don't, I'll be there on Friday, ok?" she asked, attempting to stall her entry to the house.
"Yeah, see you then I guess." He said, and she turned to make her way up the front walk, Angel waiting until she opened the door before turning on the car. But he didn't leave, waiting like he said he would, in the street in front of her house.
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Buffy slowly entered her house, and looked around for her mother. She wasn't there at the moment, however, alerted by the front door opening; her father had come into the front hall.
She looked at him fearfully, noticing how the room became tense as soon as he entered.
Hank blinked at first, then felt his anger rising.
"And where do you think you've been for the last three days little lady?" he asked, freely allowing his anger to be heard in his voice.
Buffy swallowed hard, "W-with Faith-and Pike...." She said. It was not exactly lying, but she couldn't tell him she had been staying with Angel, it would get her in more trouble.
"Those two trouble makers? I should have known, and you should've know not to leave this house with out my permission." He said, his voice becoming eerily calm. Buffy didn't like the sound of it.
She didn't say anything, just looked down at her hands, noticing she had her clothes in her hands. A feeling of panic rushed through her when she realized she was still wearing Angel's clothes, and she tried not to let that feeling show.
"And not only did you leave this house without my permission, you skipped out of school for the past three days." He added, his voice now beginning to rise.
Buffy knew what was coming next, the part that hurt, the part where she would be called curse names, and hit because she was nothing to him. And her mother would just watch with an unreadable expression on her face, that was, if her mother had been there.
"You are a stupid bitch aren't you?" her father asked, taking his belt off. "A stupid little bitch who's ungrateful for everything I've given her." He held his belt like a whip, and Buffy mentally cringed, trying not to show her father how scared she really was.
"Never do what you're told," He began to advance on her, and Buffy shut her eyes tight, "Always sneaking off to be with those annoying assholes you call your friends. You know they don't care about you. They pity you because you're a stupid, whore."
He raised his arm, and brought the belt down across Buffy's left shoulder. She cried out in pain, and dropped her clothes to the floor, grabbing at the spot the belt hand hit, as if that would stop the pain.
"A worthless, ungrateful whore Buffy, that's what you are." He brought the belt down again, and it hit her across the face.
Buffy collapsed to the floor, tears now spilling from her tightly shut eyes. She whimpered in pain as apposed to crying out, and held one hand over her right eye.
Hank looked down at her, disgusted. "You see Buffy, you're weak, nothing in this world, but a weak bitch." He let the insult sink in before raising his hand once more, and letting the whip come down once more over her shoulder.
Buffy screamed, and it didn't go unnoticed. Outside Angel was still waiting, only now he wasn't sitting in his car, he was running towards the door. He had waited outside for about five minutes before he had heard the first cry, and that had made him get out of his car. And before he was half way up the walkway, he had heard her scream.
He quickly sprinted to the front door, fearful for Buffy, and angry at himself for not going in with her, for letting her leave his house in the first place. The door burst open, and Angel ran in. He was expecting the worst, and when he looked around, shocked at what he saw, believing it was worse than what he had thought was going on.
A/N no comment....
Bloody SunSet
A special thank you to blip-dragon, Katie, buffynangelforever, and miss- ange for reviewing the last chapter.
Disclaimer: I refuse to say this any longer....
Summary: Buffy's just a normal girl who's lost her way in the world, but what happens when another lost soul captures her heart, and refuses to give it back?
But It Feels So Right
Angel's father held Buffy's clothes in his hands, and Angel didn't know what to say. He couldn't tell him about Buffy, not now.
"Th-they're Darla's sir." He lied; trying to sound nervous hoping his father would buy it. "I was planning to give them back to her tomorrow."
His father didn't know that he had never had sex with Darla; he probably didn't even know she had never set foot in Angel's bedroom before, let alone this house, but right now, Angel didn't really care, he would let his father believe what he wanted to believe.
His father sighed, "Right, see to that." He said, handing the clothes to Angel, and dismissing his son, looking quite disappointed in him.
Angel took the clothes, and trying to look relieved, headed back out to the front hall, expecting to see Buffy there, but when he didn't he panicked again. Then he decided that she probably went up stairs to his room, she was smart, maybe she was waiting for him up there.
He ran up the stairs, then walked down the rest of the hall to his room. Opening the door, he saw Buffy sitting on his bed, looking as though she was waiting hours for that door to open.
She sighed in relief when she saw it was Angel who had come in, and stood up.
"What did your father want?" she asked, walking over to him.
Angel closed the and held her clothes out to her, "He found your clothes in my room, and started asking questions." He started to explain, and Buffy paled.
"He doesn't know I'm here, does he?" She asked, interrupting Angel's explanation.
"No, I told him they were Darla's and he seemed to buy it. I guess I'll have to be more careful, maybe put these in my dresser where he wont go snooping. And Buffy?"
"Yeah?"
"You know you will have to go home sometime...." He said, hating that he had to bring this up, and knowing that she didn't want to hear it.
Buffy looked down, "Yeah, I know.... I just don't think I'm ready yet...."
"We can wait until you're ready...." He assured her, but she didn't perk up.
"But the longer I wait to go home, the more angry my father's going to be at me." She said, "I think it would be best if I just returned home tonight."
Angel could hear a small amount of fear in her voice as she spoke. The same fear he had been trying to get rid of the first night she had spent here. But he also thought she sounded brave, especially for someone who had a home like she did.
"If you feel you can, I wont stop you, but.... If he gives you any trouble, I want you to call me right away. No ifs, ands, or buts about that, got it?" He said, holding her clothes out for her to take.
She nodded, and took her clothes from him, "Should we go now, or wait until later?" she asked, looking up at him.
"When ever you want." He said.
She took a deep breath, and blinked a couple of times, then moved towards the door, "Let's go now, it's getting dark if we're going to go, it should be now." Buffy said, though she really didn't want to go. She wanted to stay with Angel, but she couldn't do that, not forever at least.
He nodded at her, and opened the door, only to see his father on the other side. Taken by surprise, Angel looks up at his dad.
"Yes sir?" he asked, wondering if his father had been eavesdropping.
"Who are you talking to in there son?"
"A friend, I was just about to take them home." Angel told his father, wondering why he seemed so interested in what he was doing all of a sudden.
His father looked at him suspiciously, then nodded, "Tell Darla I said 'hello.' He said and walked down the hall.
Angel blinked, his father thought Darla was here, well, it was better than him knowing Buffy was here, even though she was leaving. His father had always thought highly of Darla. She was rich, pretty; everything his father thought Angel needed in a girl, and Angel doubted that his father would approve of Buffy.
She was a lot different than Darla. Hanging out with the kids who seemed to be arrested every other day, and burning the school's flag was not what Angel's father saw to be proper upbringing for a girl. His father was weird like that, of course, Angel's grandfather was the same way with him, so it was probably a family thing. One family thing Angel hoped he never picked up.
Angel ushered Buffy out of his room, and they walked down the hallway together in silence. When they reached the front door, Angel opened it for her, and the walked out to his car. Buffy got in, and waited for him to start the engine before she spoke.
"Angel, will you wait outside for a second before you go?" she asked, looking over at him.
"Sure, if you want me to."
"Thanks."
Angel could tell she really didn't want to do this, and he would've said something if she hadn't seemed so important that she go through with it. And plus, he was sure that is she didn't go home now, there would be a Missing Person statement out in a couple of days.
Buffy was staring at her lap for the entire car ride, dreading the moment when the car would stop, and she would have to face her father.
Hank Summers was not one of the nicest men on the Earth, nor was he one of the weakest. In fact, compared to Buffy, he was quite strong, and for some reason he felt the need to show her this every time he thought she did something wrong.
Joyce Summers on the other hand was a loving mother, the only problem was that she was afraid of her husband as much as her daughter was, and could do nothing about what was happening. But countless times Joyce had let Hank get away with these things, and not done anything about it. It had been a concerned teacher who had consulted Buffy, and after not getting any info from her, had called Social Services.
A representative had come to their home, but everything had seemed normal and she had ended up leaving with out making any notes of any kind. And they hadn't heard back from social services for a while, until a neighbor had called SS because she had seen some of Buffy's bruises. Again nothing had been done, and Buffy's father had moved the family to Sunnydale to prevent any more confrontation, and of course because Buffy had been expelled due to her burning down the gym.
Angel looked over at Buffy as he stopped, and turned off the car. He wondered if she was going to be ok going in there alone. He was contemplating asking her if she wanted him to come when the car door opened and she got out on the car.
"Thanks for the ride Angel, I'll probably see you at school tomorrow, but if I don't, I'll be there on Friday, ok?" she asked, attempting to stall her entry to the house.
"Yeah, see you then I guess." He said, and she turned to make her way up the front walk, Angel waiting until she opened the door before turning on the car. But he didn't leave, waiting like he said he would, in the street in front of her house.
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Buffy slowly entered her house, and looked around for her mother. She wasn't there at the moment, however, alerted by the front door opening; her father had come into the front hall.
She looked at him fearfully, noticing how the room became tense as soon as he entered.
Hank blinked at first, then felt his anger rising.
"And where do you think you've been for the last three days little lady?" he asked, freely allowing his anger to be heard in his voice.
Buffy swallowed hard, "W-with Faith-and Pike...." She said. It was not exactly lying, but she couldn't tell him she had been staying with Angel, it would get her in more trouble.
"Those two trouble makers? I should have known, and you should've know not to leave this house with out my permission." He said, his voice becoming eerily calm. Buffy didn't like the sound of it.
She didn't say anything, just looked down at her hands, noticing she had her clothes in her hands. A feeling of panic rushed through her when she realized she was still wearing Angel's clothes, and she tried not to let that feeling show.
"And not only did you leave this house without my permission, you skipped out of school for the past three days." He added, his voice now beginning to rise.
Buffy knew what was coming next, the part that hurt, the part where she would be called curse names, and hit because she was nothing to him. And her mother would just watch with an unreadable expression on her face, that was, if her mother had been there.
"You are a stupid bitch aren't you?" her father asked, taking his belt off. "A stupid little bitch who's ungrateful for everything I've given her." He held his belt like a whip, and Buffy mentally cringed, trying not to show her father how scared she really was.
"Never do what you're told," He began to advance on her, and Buffy shut her eyes tight, "Always sneaking off to be with those annoying assholes you call your friends. You know they don't care about you. They pity you because you're a stupid, whore."
He raised his arm, and brought the belt down across Buffy's left shoulder. She cried out in pain, and dropped her clothes to the floor, grabbing at the spot the belt hand hit, as if that would stop the pain.
"A worthless, ungrateful whore Buffy, that's what you are." He brought the belt down again, and it hit her across the face.
Buffy collapsed to the floor, tears now spilling from her tightly shut eyes. She whimpered in pain as apposed to crying out, and held one hand over her right eye.
Hank looked down at her, disgusted. "You see Buffy, you're weak, nothing in this world, but a weak bitch." He let the insult sink in before raising his hand once more, and letting the whip come down once more over her shoulder.
Buffy screamed, and it didn't go unnoticed. Outside Angel was still waiting, only now he wasn't sitting in his car, he was running towards the door. He had waited outside for about five minutes before he had heard the first cry, and that had made him get out of his car. And before he was half way up the walkway, he had heard her scream.
He quickly sprinted to the front door, fearful for Buffy, and angry at himself for not going in with her, for letting her leave his house in the first place. The door burst open, and Angel ran in. He was expecting the worst, and when he looked around, shocked at what he saw, believing it was worse than what he had thought was going on.
A/N no comment....
Bloody SunSet