mannielf18- oh, thanks. no, i wasn't doing it purposely. i wasn't really sure on the spelling. cause i've seen it different ways in different stories... i suppose i could've looked it up... but, i'm just lazy like that, lol. thank you
"What is it you needed to tell us Hank?" Joyce asked, sitting beside her daughter on their sofa.
"There's no easy way to say this, but..." he said, looking away, then back at them. "You're on your own. I've found someone new."
"You son of a bitch," Buffy said, standing up.
"Listen, just because I'm leaving, doesn't mean I don't love you."
"You never loved me," she spat out, walking closer to him. "How can you do this? How can you just walk away now?"
"I'm sorry honey," he said, putting his arms out to take her in for a hug.
Buffy just glared. "Stop calling me that!" She paused for a minute, and looked to the ground. "I have to get out of here before I do some damage..."
"Buffy, please," Joyce said, standing. "I'm just as angry as you are but..."
"Well you don't appear to be. Just let me go, mom. Trust me. It's for his benefit," Buffy said, and ran out of the house.
"How could you do that to her? You were never around, and now you want to drop something like this on her while her life is falling apart? You selfesh bastard."
"Sell my stuff. I'm sure Gabriel will buy me some new things. She's the heir to her father's millions, did I mention? I'm sorry Joyce, but the thought of being poor... I'll do anything to not think about it. I've never been without money. It's not my fault."
"You're the one who lost everything Hank. And we're the ones who are suffering. Don't even start to try and make me pity you," she said, walking past him. "I've lived without you and your money before, don't think I can't do it again."
Buffy disappeared into the darkness of Sunnydale as she walked out of her house. How could her father do that to her mother and her? Just up and leave when things got hard... What was I expecting? Him to stick around? God, I knew he was like this and still I let myself get worked up, Buffy thought, wiping a tear from her cheek. I really need to kill something.
Buffy could sense someone behind her, a vampire. Thank you Slayer senses.
Smiling, Buffy turned to see a vampire staring down at her. "It's like you read my mind."
Buffy was sitting on a park bench, staring up at the dark sky lit by stars. She felt somewhat better, the vampire she had dusted earlier had releaved some of her anger. But, not all of it. In the back of her mind, she knew her father would go. He couldn't survive without money.
She looked down to her coat pocket when she heard the familiar ring of her cell phone. Sighing, she pulled it out, and frowned when she saw it was Cordelia.
"Hey Cordy," she said, putting on a cheery persona.
'Buff, your mom told me you were out. Did you make other friends?'
"No. I'm just... By myself. You know, hanging out Buffy style."
'Oh. Well, want to lose that loser attitude, and come to the Bronze?'
"It's kind of late isn't it..."
'Too late to go to the Bronze, but not too late to sit around alone? Are you avoiding me?'
"No. Um... I'm just going through some stuff."
'Oh. Do you want to share? Maybe I can help? I am Queen C.'
"Unless you have a million dollars to lend me, you can't help Cordy."
'A million dollars? Why don't you just ask your dad?'
"That's not how I mean... Do you really want to hear this?"
'We're friends, I'm here for you.'
"Right. My dad's broke. No money. It's all gone. We're moving to a small apartment on the other side of town. Just me and my mom though, cause my dad's leaving us."
'Wow, um... So, you're poor?'
Buffy sighed. Here it comes. She's going to make up some excuse, and hang up. "Not dirt poor. My mom still has her job. But, we're not... Rich."
'I really want to stay and chat, and you know, mend your wounds, but my mom's calling me... You know how parents are, always wanting you to take out the garbage.' She laughed nervously. 'So, I'll see you in school tomorrow... Or, I guess I won't huh?'
Buffy was about to speak, when she was interrupted by the sound of Cordelia hanging up. Wow. That went well, she thought, standing up. Great, so now I've lost all my money, all my supposed friends, and I'm starting at a new school in two days. Could my life suck anymore?
"What is it you needed to tell us Hank?" Joyce asked, sitting beside her daughter on their sofa.
"There's no easy way to say this, but..." he said, looking away, then back at them. "You're on your own. I've found someone new."
"You son of a bitch," Buffy said, standing up.
"Listen, just because I'm leaving, doesn't mean I don't love you."
"You never loved me," she spat out, walking closer to him. "How can you do this? How can you just walk away now?"
"I'm sorry honey," he said, putting his arms out to take her in for a hug.
Buffy just glared. "Stop calling me that!" She paused for a minute, and looked to the ground. "I have to get out of here before I do some damage..."
"Buffy, please," Joyce said, standing. "I'm just as angry as you are but..."
"Well you don't appear to be. Just let me go, mom. Trust me. It's for his benefit," Buffy said, and ran out of the house.
"How could you do that to her? You were never around, and now you want to drop something like this on her while her life is falling apart? You selfesh bastard."
"Sell my stuff. I'm sure Gabriel will buy me some new things. She's the heir to her father's millions, did I mention? I'm sorry Joyce, but the thought of being poor... I'll do anything to not think about it. I've never been without money. It's not my fault."
"You're the one who lost everything Hank. And we're the ones who are suffering. Don't even start to try and make me pity you," she said, walking past him. "I've lived without you and your money before, don't think I can't do it again."
Buffy disappeared into the darkness of Sunnydale as she walked out of her house. How could her father do that to her mother and her? Just up and leave when things got hard... What was I expecting? Him to stick around? God, I knew he was like this and still I let myself get worked up, Buffy thought, wiping a tear from her cheek. I really need to kill something.
Buffy could sense someone behind her, a vampire. Thank you Slayer senses.
Smiling, Buffy turned to see a vampire staring down at her. "It's like you read my mind."
Buffy was sitting on a park bench, staring up at the dark sky lit by stars. She felt somewhat better, the vampire she had dusted earlier had releaved some of her anger. But, not all of it. In the back of her mind, she knew her father would go. He couldn't survive without money.
She looked down to her coat pocket when she heard the familiar ring of her cell phone. Sighing, she pulled it out, and frowned when she saw it was Cordelia.
"Hey Cordy," she said, putting on a cheery persona.
'Buff, your mom told me you were out. Did you make other friends?'
"No. I'm just... By myself. You know, hanging out Buffy style."
'Oh. Well, want to lose that loser attitude, and come to the Bronze?'
"It's kind of late isn't it..."
'Too late to go to the Bronze, but not too late to sit around alone? Are you avoiding me?'
"No. Um... I'm just going through some stuff."
'Oh. Do you want to share? Maybe I can help? I am Queen C.'
"Unless you have a million dollars to lend me, you can't help Cordy."
'A million dollars? Why don't you just ask your dad?'
"That's not how I mean... Do you really want to hear this?"
'We're friends, I'm here for you.'
"Right. My dad's broke. No money. It's all gone. We're moving to a small apartment on the other side of town. Just me and my mom though, cause my dad's leaving us."
'Wow, um... So, you're poor?'
Buffy sighed. Here it comes. She's going to make up some excuse, and hang up. "Not dirt poor. My mom still has her job. But, we're not... Rich."
'I really want to stay and chat, and you know, mend your wounds, but my mom's calling me... You know how parents are, always wanting you to take out the garbage.' She laughed nervously. 'So, I'll see you in school tomorrow... Or, I guess I won't huh?'
Buffy was about to speak, when she was interrupted by the sound of Cordelia hanging up. Wow. That went well, she thought, standing up. Great, so now I've lost all my money, all my supposed friends, and I'm starting at a new school in two days. Could my life suck anymore?
