Giles POV

As he was walking down the hall way to get a book to a teacher, he saw none other than the little slut. I swear that girl wants me to punish her; sometimes I think she likes it.

He decided to fallow them watching as she walked out the door wrapped in Spikes arms. He can't have her she is my toy, not his. I won't let him. She is mine!

His anger grew bitterly and he went to call his wife. See how she deals with this.

Buffy POV

Wrapped in Spike's arms she walked slowly off the grounds, she had a really bad feeling about it, but the hottest guy in school had his arms around her. I can't believe he is taking me to his house. I think he actually likes me. Crap, they are talking to you Buffy, this means listen-

"-long have they been married?" Faith was curios.

"Who are we talking about?" Buffy had only caught that last part of the sentence.

Spike chuckled "your mom and Giles."

"Um, I think, about a year and a half. Can we not talk about it? I don't like the subject."

"Sure" Faith shrugged. "But answer me a question? How long has he abused you?"

Buffy nearly choked, she sat on the ground trying to breath. "What? Why? How? "

"It's a common problem, it's also the reason I live with Spike and his dad."

"You mean your dad beat you?" she couldn't believe this could happen to someone as strong as Faith.

"And Spikes mom beat him. See we weren't the happiest of families, now, we are." She smiled at spike with a triumphant grin. "Didn't you wonder why Spike is called Spike? The suicide story aint real. His mom did it." Spike shuddered grabbing his side.

Spikes POV

He helped Buffy stand and walk the rest of the way. He helped her get into the house. "So, now that we are alone, how bout you answer Faith? It is the only way we can help."

"A little more than a year but you can't tell you can't. I don't want more 'punishment'."

"Buffy, do you want to stay here for awhile? I promise he can't hurt you here. Take a nap and think it over. If you want out you can leave. You look really tired come on." Spike helped her up the stairs and put her in his bed.

When he was sure she was asleep, he walked to Faith's room. "She's real bad isn't she? How did you spot her so quickly? I wouldn't have guessed. Of course after your dad you got real good at spotting them, huh?"

"Same as always looked at her wrists. Always bruises on the wrists."

"I always miss it." He sat next to Faith on her bed holding her as she began to sob.

"Let's hope it's not too bad. We both know what could happen if it's like Wilkins."

"We can only hope."