Letting the cat out of the bag.
The next few weeks were the best, I was with Spike almost everyday and dad didn't think anything of it. Partly because he didn't know it was Spike I was seeing.
He took me out to restaurants away form Sunnydale so no one knew us, but mostly we stayed in his apartment. He was always gentle with me but rough at the same time. For the first time in my life I knew I was in love.
One night changed that though, I came home after a wonderful night with Spike. Dad looked pissed and mum was crying in the kitchen.
"What's up?" I said, I couldn't help having a grin on my face.
Dad came over to me, his eyes raging with evil and madness; he lifted up his hand and hit me across the face.
I stood there holding my face; tears filled my eyes as I wondered what I'd done wrong. Then it hit me, I saw Melissa stood there, smiling at her handy work. I only thought of one thing at that moment; what was dad going to do to Spike? I hoped he wouldn't I loved him and didn't want to see him hurt.
"You bitch." Dad shouted at me, for the first time in my life I didn't know who my dad was.
He wasn't my dad, he was an animal.
"This is what you get for steeling my man." Melissa stood there and said. I wanted to hit her then, but I couldn't. I couldn't move, I just stood there holding my face. I could hear mum crying in the kitchen.
Was she disappointed in me? I hoped not, one thing I couldn't handle was mum being disappointed in me.
That night I ran up to my room and rung Spike straight away.
He was panicking, wondering whether dad was gong to hit him or summat.
Neither of us wanted this to happen, we just wanted to be together.
Maybe that meant we were being selfish, I didn't know. But we loved each other.
Things just went bad to worse from then on.
I didn't know then that things could get even worse, they did.