Note: Thank you so much for reading! And Reviewing! You all who review literally make my day! Thanks. Flashback Chapter. I want, hope, that you guys sort of understand why Angel fell in love with Jason—even though you already know he's, for lack of a better term, an ass.

Italics in this chapter are the flashbacks!

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Angel had sat there, in that room for hours just thinking. She thought about she was going this…situation.

No one knew about Jason, and she wasn't about to tell anyone. It was something she was ashamed of. No necessarily that she'd been with him, an abusive boyfriend, because that happens to other people. She was ashamed of the fact that she stayed with him for three years, even though he was abusive.

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Angel Dumott Schunard was out buying a new skirt. Tonight she was going out. She was in an amazing mood. Then again, she always was when she went shopping!

Angel had stopped to get an ice cream. It had to be the hottest day in May…ever! As she was paying, she glanced up and caught a man's eye. She smiled at the man. He was extremely attractive. He was tall, had dark blonde, and electric green eyes.

He smiled back and walked over to her. "Hi there beautiful. I'm Jason," the man, Jason, said with a deep voice.

Angel blushed when he called her beautiful, but smiled at him. Some people might have found it too forward that he said that their first meeting, but not Angel. She thought it was sweet and romantic. "Hi yourself," she said flirtatiously. "I'm Angel." She stuck out her hand for him to shake, but held took it in both of his hands. He brought it to his lips and gently kissed it. Angel giggled and looked down, trying to hide her blush.

Jason smiled and let go of her head. "I understand if this is too fast for you, but what are you doing tomorrow night?"

She shook her head and said, deciding to 'play dumb,' "Nothing, why?"

He laughed, gently. "Well…I was..uh..wondering if you..may be you would want to go out sometime…with me…like may be to dinner?" He said, his nerves clearly getting to him.

Angel smiled, touched by his nerves. "Sure, I'd love to. Here's my number." She wrote her number on a napkin from ice cream vendor. She handed it to him, smiling.

Jason returned her smiled, taking the napkin from her. "I'll call you," he promised. He leaned in and kissed her cheek gently.

Angel smiled and nodded. "Okay." He smiled and said, "Okay," before he turned around and walked away.

He had called. That night actually. Just like he said he would. He was so sweet. Such a gentleman their first date.

He had picked her up, getting out and opening the door to his car for her. Pulling out her chair for her. Just little things like that. He did things like that for their first two months together, until they moved in together.

Jason was sitting on the couch, his arms wrapped around Angel. They were whispering sweet little things to each other and sharing kisses. They were just enjoying each other's company.

Jason stopped, suddenly. He looked at Angel. "Babe…we need to talk."

Angel was, of course, immediately worried. "Honey, what is it? What's wrong?"

He smiled and held both her hands in his. "Nothing is wrong…it can never be wrong…not when I've got you." She smiled at his words and continued. "But I do want to tell you something. Whenever I'm not with you, I can't stop thinking about you. Every night I want to fall asleep with you in arms. And wake up the same way." He sighed and continued. "Babe…I want you to—if you want to, that is, move in here…with me." He looked up at her, a slight fear in his eyes, waiting for her to respond.

Her smile widened. "Of course. I'd want nothing more." He leaned in and kissed Angel gently.


He sighed and smiled. "You have no idea how happy that makes me." He told her before her again.

As soon as she moved in with him, she noticed differences with the way acted. He had certain…tendencies, so to speak. Like, how began to get irritated or upset over every little thing. She would not be cooking dinner by the time he got home, she'd be in the bathroom too long, or she'd watch a stupid talk show. He would get upset over stupid, little things like that. He would yell for a while at her, then he'd be gone to the bar, saying something about how he needed some time to relax. He would always come home, apologizing, saying how he was stressed at work, or something similar.

After a few weeks like that, he started getting…abusive. A slap here, the occasional time when he'd grab her arms, shake her, or thrown her down. That one was the worst, when he'd throw her down. It was always against the wall, or directly to the floor. Whichever was easier for him to do at the time.

He'd always come back from the bar, drunk, and with some excuse for his behavior. Angel forgave him every time, truly believing him when he said that this time was going to be the last. A month after this 'occasional' hit, he got worse. He'd beat her for just about every little thing. Especially any contact with her friends and family. She'd learned that one that hard way.

Angel was sitting at home, waiting for Jason. More so waiting to see what type of mood he was in. She began pacing the floor, worrying. Waiting. Worrying. How would he react? She'd never really talked to anyone before, but when she had ran into an old friend while they were out, her hadn't liked it. Not at all. He told her that she shouldn't be talking to anyone besides him.

A car door slammed in the distance, followed by a front door slam. Angel winced, knowing what type of mood Jason was in. Footsteps echoed throughout the house, and finally into the kitchen, where Angel was. 'Here goes nothing,' she thought helplessly.

"Hey honey. How was your day?" She asked, forcing a smile and walking over to him. She leaned in to kiss him on the cheek, but he pulled away.

"Fine." He said coldly.

Angel sighed and walked back to the counter to finish preparing their dinner. "So my friend called today. She's getting mar—"

"What! You're friend called? And what did you two talk about?" He asked, a fire burning in his green eyes.

"Nothing…she just called to tell me that she's getting married," She stammered out as he walked over to her. She knew he didn't like it when she talked to other people, but she just hadn't expected him to get angry. It was just so…irrational. But she knew she could never say that, unless she wanted to end up in the hospital.

"You…you…lying bitch!" He yelled as he slapped her across the face. He stared down at her. He was taller than her to begin with, but Angel had slouched over from the pain. "How many times do I have to tell you; you don't talk to anyone. There's no need to." He screamed at her. Just as Angel was wondering why he wouldn't want her to talk to anyone, he yelled, "Did you tell her anything about us?"

Angel stared back at him, holding her face. So that's why. May be he was ashamed of the way he was…unlikely. He probably just didn't want his personal life to be public, even if it was only to one person. "I..I didn't," She said, her voice barely above a whisper. She had begun shaking slightly from fear of what he was going to do.

Jason shook his head. "Don't you lie to me!" He yelled before punching her in the face, knocking her to the ground. He began beating her harshly. His fists were flying around and landing on her just about everywhere they could. Soon his feet began the same 'dance' as his fists had done moments earlier.

Angel was screaming and crying, trying to block her face from the blows. "NO! I didn't…I swear! I..I." She couldn't finish. The pain was becoming overwhelming.

Jason stood up, brushed himself off and walked away. They both knew where he was going. She just laid there on the ground as she listened to the engine of his car start and drive away.

She began sobbing. Why? What was going on with him? He'd never been this bad before. And it was just one little phone call. She continued to sob, with only the comfort of a cold hard floor.

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Later that night, Jason had come home unexpectedly early. Angel had just gotten out of the bathtub. She was in sweats and a t-shirt. She wasn't going to pretend to be asleep like she normally does. It was too early, it was like 6 o'clock. She was sitting on the couch when a drunken Jason stumbled through the door. He ran over to her. "Babe…I'm so sorry…I don't know what came over me. I was stupid and out of line. Will you forgive me? I promise that was the last time." He was slurring his words together and smelled heavily of alcohol.

Angel sighed. She didn't want to upset him when he was drunk. And who knows, may be this was the last time. She smiled weakly. "Yeah."

He smiled and kissed her. She didn't kiss him back. She moved away. "Not right now Jason." She told him firmly. He didn't get the message. He kissed her, his hand on the back of her head. He was forcing her to kiss him. What was he doing?

She sifted her head. "No Jason. Stop…okay? I'm not in the mood. Not now." She said.

When she moved her head, he began kissing her neck. "But I am," he said, his lips pressed against her neck.

She shook her head. "No, stop it!" She said, trying to get away from him. She tried to get up but he grabbed her, not letting her go anywhere. He literally dragged her into the bedroom. She was no match for his strength, not when he was drunk. He started ripping off her clothes. She was horrified. "Stop it! Jason! No! Just stop!" She was yelling now, getting slightly hysterical.

He didn't stop. He tore off her clothes and pushed her onto the bed. He was grinning wickedly. She didn't like the look in his eyes. She tried fighting back, hitting hit where she could consider he was sitting on her. He wasn't even fazed a little bit when she tried fighting back.

Angel continued to fight back, using all her energy. "What the hell s the matter with you! I told you to stop!" She screamed, feeling the burn of tears behind her eyes as she realized what he was doing.

Jason stopped long enough to slap her and yell, "Don't you ever talk to me like that again, you bitch!"

He grabbed both her wrists in one hand and forced himself into her harshly. She was screaming now, this wasn't supposed to be happening! "Get off me Jason! Now! Stop!"

This…drunk, he wasn't Jason anymore, just smirked and kept going. He increased his pace, hurting Angel. She realized that trying to fight back was useless. She was being rapped…by a person who said he loved her. She just sobbed until he was done. She hoped that this is the only time this would happen. But…it was the first time of many, unfortunately.

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Angel was crying just remembering everything. How could she have let herself go through this? She should have left him before he had a chance to do that. She quickly wiped her eyes and quickly glanced at the clock, 4:30.

Collins normally comes home around five. She sat there thinking to herself. What am I going to do about this? About Collins?

Angel thought about this all for a while before she finally decided what to do. She wouldn't tell him…not yet anyways. Especially not about Jason. She couldn't tell him that Jason, apart from being an abusive ex, had run into her today, hit her once or twice…and threatened her. She just couldn't.

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Post: I hope you guys enjoyed this look into Angel/Jason's past. I'm sorry for making Angel go through all of this…but it adds drama! Well, please review and will update ASAP! Thanks