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Sorry it has taken me so long to get this out! Real-life has been a royal bitch the last week. And sorry this is so short, it's just kinda the way the part worked out!
Thank you to everyone for the feedback on part 4!
Isis
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Part 5
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For what seemed like hours, Buffy stood there and stared at the spot her Mother had vacated. Her mind was reeling from the fact that just about everyone she loved had walked out on her, most of them angrily voicing their displeasure with her beforehand. Losing her friends was bad enough, but now her Mother too.
Sure they'd never really been that close, but she was her Mom. She was supposed to be there for her always. Wasn't that a mother's job? Weren't they supposed to support their child no matter what? Maybe those stupid books she read forgot to mention that fact. None of that mattered, though. The only thing Buffy knew was that they had all abandoned her.
Somehow, after pulling herself out of her daze, Buffy had managed to make her way upstairs. She now found herself standing in the doorway to her room. But, in reality, it wasn't her room. Not anymore. This wasn't even her house any longer. Her Mother had made that perfectly clear.
So now not only was she alone, tossed aside by everyone that mattered, but she was also homeless, and pregnant. Her eyes moistened again with tears at those realizations. She had nowhere to go. No one to turn to.
A few long months ago, she would have run to Angel for comfort. Even he was gone now. She couldn't go to him and have him hold her in his strong arms, soothing her with whispered words. Never again would she be able to turn to him when the world was closing in on her.
Wiping at her tears, she tried to push thoughts of Angel out of her mind, though she knew that was impossible. Stepping into her room she walked toward her bed, each movement of her body lacking its usual grace and fluidity. Slowly, she sat down, her shoulders slumping under the weight of her current stresses. She gazed around as if trying to memorize each and every detail of the place she'd spent the last two and a half years of her life.
Her fingers shakily ran over the soft white comforter that covered her bed before moving up to rest over her abdomen. She stared down at her still flat stomach as her fingers gently caressed back and forth across the shirt covered skin. How could her Mother have even suggested she get an abortion? Didn't she understand that it was the only piece of her Angel that she had left? It was their baby, hers and Angel's. Nothing in this world could make her give up their baby. Nothing!
Tiredly, she lowered her body down onto the bed until her back was flat against the mattress, her legs hanging over the end. She lifted up her shirt enough to expose the taut skin of her belly and ran her fingers across the smooth expanse. It amazed her that there was a living being growing inside of her. One that she had created with Angel. The slightest hint of a smile graced her face as she thought about that.
No matter what, she would always have a piece of her Angel now. She would always have the life they created together. She wondered whether it would be a boy or a girl, but really, it didn't matter to her. Right now, that was an inconsequential detail.
Her fingers continued to stroke her abdomen as she pondered what she would look like a few months from now. She knew she should hate the fact that she would look like a beached whale, but instead she was filled with eagerness. Her soon-to-be swollen stomach would be a visible reminder of what she had growing inside of her. A small, tiny, helpless little baby that was the product of her and Angel's love.
At that moment, a sort a peace flowed through Buffy. It didn't ease the pain of all that had happened and been done to her, but it was enough to inject a renewed resiliency within her. They could all abandon her, curse her, banish her. They could leave her alone to fend for herself, but, as she just realized, she would never truly be alone again. She would have her precious little baby to take care of. And she vowed to herself that from this moment forward that she would do anything necessary to provide the best life possible for her son or daughter.
Yes, she would do anything to give her baby a happy life. Thoughts of her baby's future began racing through her mind. Her own happiness didn't matter, only that of her baby's. She would do anything to protect her child. With that in mind, it suddenly became clear to her what she needed to do.
She had to leave Sunnydale. There was no way in *Hell* she was going to raise her baby in this town. Not in a place where the people she considered family turned her away. She didn't want to have to take the chance that she would run into them and have to deal with their angry glares and whispers and who knows how they would treat her baby. She couldn't allow that to happen. She couldn't let them treat her and her baby like lepers.
Placing a kiss on her fingertips, she lowered them and placed them lovingly over the growing life inside her. 'I love you, my sweet little baby' she spoke softly before picking up her tired and aching body from the bed.
With a steadfast determination she retrieved several large duffel bags and began filling them with necessities such as clothes and toiletries. She stuffed as much as possible into two of the bags, amazed at how much they could hold. The third bag she filled with keepsakes she couldn't bare to part with: Mr. Gordo, a few photo albums, the book of poetry Angel had given her on her eighteenth birthday, and other such stuff. She also reluctantly put in items that reminded her of her friends and family. She just couldn't completely leave them behind.
When the three bags were finally full she searched around her room trying to make sure she hadn't forgotten anything of utmost importance. Her hand checked her neck to make sure she was wearing the silver cross from Angel and found it resting there. Seeing nothing she had missed, Buffy walked over to her jewelry box and picked it up.
Carefully she removed the items within to reveal a secret compartment beneath. Pulling it open she pulled out a wad of cash. It was the money she had received from various family members, and one father who thought money could buy her love, for her graduation from high school. She peered at the money gratefully. Almost two thousand dollars. That would definitely be enough to help her get buy until she figured out what she was going to do.
She said a silent thanks to her generous family members as she stuffed the money into her pocket. With one last look around her room she shouldered two of the duffel bags and picked up the third in her left hand. A few tears trailed down her cheeks as she walked out of her room for the final time. She had no regrets, however. How could she regret that she'd created a tiny life inside of her with her soulmate? No, there were no regrets.
Closing the front door behind her, Buffy stopped moving. It suddenly occurred to her that she had no idea where she was supposed to go. She had no desire to remain in Sunnydale for even a night longer, but it was growing late and she didn't want to travel at night. So as she picked up her bags again she decided that she would stay the night at a motel before leaving Sunnydale behind.
With her head held high, Buffy walked away from her home and the life that she use to live. She couldn't say she wouldn't miss everything because she would. She would miss her friends, her family, and the security of her home. It would be hard but she would find a way to start all over again. She had to. Not just for herself, but for her baby as well.
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TBC!
Sorry it has taken me so long to get this out! Real-life has been a royal bitch the last week. And sorry this is so short, it's just kinda the way the part worked out!
Thank you to everyone for the feedback on part 4!
Isis
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Part 5
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For what seemed like hours, Buffy stood there and stared at the spot her Mother had vacated. Her mind was reeling from the fact that just about everyone she loved had walked out on her, most of them angrily voicing their displeasure with her beforehand. Losing her friends was bad enough, but now her Mother too.
Sure they'd never really been that close, but she was her Mom. She was supposed to be there for her always. Wasn't that a mother's job? Weren't they supposed to support their child no matter what? Maybe those stupid books she read forgot to mention that fact. None of that mattered, though. The only thing Buffy knew was that they had all abandoned her.
Somehow, after pulling herself out of her daze, Buffy had managed to make her way upstairs. She now found herself standing in the doorway to her room. But, in reality, it wasn't her room. Not anymore. This wasn't even her house any longer. Her Mother had made that perfectly clear.
So now not only was she alone, tossed aside by everyone that mattered, but she was also homeless, and pregnant. Her eyes moistened again with tears at those realizations. She had nowhere to go. No one to turn to.
A few long months ago, she would have run to Angel for comfort. Even he was gone now. She couldn't go to him and have him hold her in his strong arms, soothing her with whispered words. Never again would she be able to turn to him when the world was closing in on her.
Wiping at her tears, she tried to push thoughts of Angel out of her mind, though she knew that was impossible. Stepping into her room she walked toward her bed, each movement of her body lacking its usual grace and fluidity. Slowly, she sat down, her shoulders slumping under the weight of her current stresses. She gazed around as if trying to memorize each and every detail of the place she'd spent the last two and a half years of her life.
Her fingers shakily ran over the soft white comforter that covered her bed before moving up to rest over her abdomen. She stared down at her still flat stomach as her fingers gently caressed back and forth across the shirt covered skin. How could her Mother have even suggested she get an abortion? Didn't she understand that it was the only piece of her Angel that she had left? It was their baby, hers and Angel's. Nothing in this world could make her give up their baby. Nothing!
Tiredly, she lowered her body down onto the bed until her back was flat against the mattress, her legs hanging over the end. She lifted up her shirt enough to expose the taut skin of her belly and ran her fingers across the smooth expanse. It amazed her that there was a living being growing inside of her. One that she had created with Angel. The slightest hint of a smile graced her face as she thought about that.
No matter what, she would always have a piece of her Angel now. She would always have the life they created together. She wondered whether it would be a boy or a girl, but really, it didn't matter to her. Right now, that was an inconsequential detail.
Her fingers continued to stroke her abdomen as she pondered what she would look like a few months from now. She knew she should hate the fact that she would look like a beached whale, but instead she was filled with eagerness. Her soon-to-be swollen stomach would be a visible reminder of what she had growing inside of her. A small, tiny, helpless little baby that was the product of her and Angel's love.
At that moment, a sort a peace flowed through Buffy. It didn't ease the pain of all that had happened and been done to her, but it was enough to inject a renewed resiliency within her. They could all abandon her, curse her, banish her. They could leave her alone to fend for herself, but, as she just realized, she would never truly be alone again. She would have her precious little baby to take care of. And she vowed to herself that from this moment forward that she would do anything necessary to provide the best life possible for her son or daughter.
Yes, she would do anything to give her baby a happy life. Thoughts of her baby's future began racing through her mind. Her own happiness didn't matter, only that of her baby's. She would do anything to protect her child. With that in mind, it suddenly became clear to her what she needed to do.
She had to leave Sunnydale. There was no way in *Hell* she was going to raise her baby in this town. Not in a place where the people she considered family turned her away. She didn't want to have to take the chance that she would run into them and have to deal with their angry glares and whispers and who knows how they would treat her baby. She couldn't allow that to happen. She couldn't let them treat her and her baby like lepers.
Placing a kiss on her fingertips, she lowered them and placed them lovingly over the growing life inside her. 'I love you, my sweet little baby' she spoke softly before picking up her tired and aching body from the bed.
With a steadfast determination she retrieved several large duffel bags and began filling them with necessities such as clothes and toiletries. She stuffed as much as possible into two of the bags, amazed at how much they could hold. The third bag she filled with keepsakes she couldn't bare to part with: Mr. Gordo, a few photo albums, the book of poetry Angel had given her on her eighteenth birthday, and other such stuff. She also reluctantly put in items that reminded her of her friends and family. She just couldn't completely leave them behind.
When the three bags were finally full she searched around her room trying to make sure she hadn't forgotten anything of utmost importance. Her hand checked her neck to make sure she was wearing the silver cross from Angel and found it resting there. Seeing nothing she had missed, Buffy walked over to her jewelry box and picked it up.
Carefully she removed the items within to reveal a secret compartment beneath. Pulling it open she pulled out a wad of cash. It was the money she had received from various family members, and one father who thought money could buy her love, for her graduation from high school. She peered at the money gratefully. Almost two thousand dollars. That would definitely be enough to help her get buy until she figured out what she was going to do.
She said a silent thanks to her generous family members as she stuffed the money into her pocket. With one last look around her room she shouldered two of the duffel bags and picked up the third in her left hand. A few tears trailed down her cheeks as she walked out of her room for the final time. She had no regrets, however. How could she regret that she'd created a tiny life inside of her with her soulmate? No, there were no regrets.
Closing the front door behind her, Buffy stopped moving. It suddenly occurred to her that she had no idea where she was supposed to go. She had no desire to remain in Sunnydale for even a night longer, but it was growing late and she didn't want to travel at night. So as she picked up her bags again she decided that she would stay the night at a motel before leaving Sunnydale behind.
With her head held high, Buffy walked away from her home and the life that she use to live. She couldn't say she wouldn't miss everything because she would. She would miss her friends, her family, and the security of her home. It would be hard but she would find a way to start all over again. She had to. Not just for herself, but for her baby as well.
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TBC!