Ok. So, if you're reading this, it's obvious that I didn't lose my computer when I thought I would, heh. But, I did have writer's block. So, that stopped me. Anyway, hurr's the chapter you've all been wanting.

Ek. Thank you so much for the reviews. I love my reviewers.
Buffy sat crosslegged in front of Angel sitting on her bed. Her mother wasn't home, she was working over time.

Working, right, Buffy thought. Working Ted.

"So, I've told you practically my whole life story," Buffy said. Aside from I was a rich snob, a millionaire... Not just mediocore, I had it all... But that's not important for him to know. "My turn to ask you something about your life... I mean, if you want to share. I won't push you to..."

"Ask away," Angel said, leaning back onto his elbows.

"Ok... Has your mom always been like that?"

"Been like what?" he asked.

"Well... Screamy... Loud... Scary..." Buffy said, looking down. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have asked."

"No, you shouldn't have," he said, standing. "I love my mother, she just... She has problems. And, I'm sorry if she's scary to you because she's not perfect like your mother, but that doesn't make her a bad person... I have to go. Katie will be home soon, and I should..."

"You said Katie was staying over at a friend's..." Buffy said, standing.

"Right. Um, she called me earlier. Um, said she didn't feel to well, and, that she wanted me to go over to her..."

"You don't need to make up excuses Angel," Buffy said. "I said I was sorry. I know it wasn't in my place to ask, but you said..."

"Just drop it, it doesn't matter, ok?" he said, leaving her room.

She followed him out to the door and grabbed his arm before he could open it. "Why are you so mad?"

"Let go of my arm," he said. "Please."

Buffy just stared up at him, confused, but dropped his arm. She watched him leave and walk three doors down to his apartment, before closing the door and resting against it.

"What did I do?"

Angel slipped into his apartment quickly, resisting the urge to go back and apologize. He had nothing to apologize for. She was being nosey. She didn't need to know about his mother. And if she did, she may not want to be with him... He couldn't risk losing Buffy because of stupid mistakes his mother chose to make.

"Angel? Angel, is that you?" his mother asked, stumbling out into the living room.

Angel turned to face his mom, and was shocked when he saw that her face was covered in bruises, her lip cut and bleeding. He ran over to her, and helped her to sit down.

"Mom, who did this to you? Was it Dan? I'll kill him..." Angel said, standing up.

"Angel, no. It was my fault. I got in his way. I..."

"No. I won't hear it. I won't hear it," Angel said, walking out of the apartment. He was going to find the man who did this to his mother, and when he did, he would beat him till he himself was bleeding. "Dan is a dead man..."

Angel slammed his fist into the wall, as he opened the door to the stairs and disappeared inside.

Buffy could hear a loud bang from inside her apartment, and got up off her spot on the floor to go investigate. Opening the door, she stuck her head out just in time to see a dark figure disappear down the stairs.

"Angel," she said to herself, as she closed the apartment door behind her. "What are you up to?"
Angel banged on the apartment door, looking around himself impatiently. He had walked ten minutes to his mother's "boyfreind"'s apartment, and was looking for revenge. His eyes were full of so much hate, he could kill with only a glare.

Buffy peaked her head out of the elevator, and looked down both ways to find Angel to the right, banging loudly on an apartment door. Silently, she stepped outside, and when she was about to confront him, the door opened, and Angel stepped inside.

Worried and confused, Buffy crept down to the door, and realizing it was still open, looked inside. Angel was on the ground, on top of an older man.

"Angel! Angel, get off!" Buffy yelled, running over to him. She pulled him off, and he stared back at her, before attempting to go after the man again, but she stopped him. "Stop it."

"Buffy, get out of here," Angel growled.

"I'm afraid I can't do that. See, my boyfriend is continously beating on a man who I don't know, did whatever, and making such a noise, the police are going to be called any minute now. I'm not leaving you."

Boyfriend? I'm her... No, focus, he thought. "Then get out of my way," he said, walking forward.

"Why are you attacking him?" Buffy asked.

"That's a good question!" Dan, the man on the ground, yelled.

"Shut up," both Buffy and Angel said, turning to look down at him.

"He hurt my mom."

"And hurting him is the way to solve the problem?" Buffy asked. "Angel, no. You're better then this."

"How would you know? You don't know me Buffy. You don't know my life. You're just a spoiled little girl who never had to take care of anyone, not even herself. So why don't you leave so I can take care of this for my mother."

Buffy stared at him, hurt in her eyes. "Fine. Get arrested. See if I care."

"Buffy!" Angel yelled after her as she quickly left the room. He looked down at Dan who was laughing from the floor. "What is so funny?"

"Nothing," he said. "Are we done here?"

"Not by a long shot," Angel said, kicking him in the ribs.




a/n- Oh that was bad. Maybe I'll re-write it.