Disclaimer: I own none of the characters. Just the ones I make up and the story line.
Chapter Eleven
How Could You
Spike came down into the basement of the Summers residence. He hadn't been back very long but he didn't want to get in anyone's way, so he just went out whenever he could. He found Buffy sitting on his bed when he came down. He was about to go back upstairs. He didn't need this from her. But she called his name before he got up the stairs. Spike turned around.
"Yes Buffy," Spike replied.
"Why have you been avoiding me?" Buffy asked.
He decided it took two to tango.
"Why have you been avoiding Dawn?" Spike returned.
Buffy looked up at him. Sadness gleaming in her eyes.
"I didn't want her to know I was back."
"Why the bloody well wouldn't you want her to know you were alive and well?" Spike asked.
"Because I wanted her to have a normal life. I couldn't give that to her."
"So you let her be shipped off to a bloody family in North Carolina who she's never met before?"
"It worked out in the end," Buffy reasoned.
"No it bloody well didn't. But you wouldn't know anything about that because you weren't there," Spike said with clenched teeth.
Buffy looked up in confusion.
"Do I have to spell it out for you slayer. She was miserable. She had a nightmare about the day you died. It only stopped about a week or so ago. She was afraid to be happy. She thought she was the one that's supposed to be dead. Do you know how many times I had to talk her out of suicide before she was moved to Tree Hill? Why do you think she was moved to Tree Hill? It was because she was slipping in school, hardly ever going. Social services thought she would do better in an environment that didn't remind her of her sister everywhere she went," Spike explained and every word he said his voice rose in volume.
"I didn't know," cried Buffy.
"I told you. You just didn't listen," Spike cried.
Spike stormed out of the basement leaving a crying Buffy on the cot.
A/N: I know it's short buts it's what I could do with writers block. Please review. Flames are welcome.
