A/N: I'm writing all of the story before I even think of posting it so here goes Chapter 5…
Confrontations
The aggravated blond stormed her way into the gym, doors bursting open in an overly dramatic fashion as she looked for her target.
A frightened looking clerk sat at the front desk as the blond approached, "Where is Faith?" The pretty blond all that snarled.
"I-I'm sorry ma'am I don't know," The poor man stuttered, backing away from the desk as much as he could without startling, what looked to him like, the cornered animal before him. "But I can find out." He squeaked, jumping out of his seat and skittering away without waiting for a reply.
Within minutes, the brunette was brought before her; the clerk cowering behind her slim frame. Faith looked at the blond expectantly, waiting for her to begin.
"Faith." Buffy spat the word like it was a curse. "I want my daughter."
Faith raised an ironic eyebrow, "What daughter?" She smirked.
Buffy advanced quickly until she was inches away from the brunette, "The daughter you stole from me, bitch!" She shouted, spittle flying from her mouth.
The brunette made a show of wiping it away from her eyes, "I have no idea what you are talking about, B." She said calmly as the other woman continued to fume.
"Annabelle." She hissed, tip-toeing so she could get into the other woman's face, a crowd was starting to gather around then, some men jeering in the background about a 'cat fight'.
Faith smirked again at the blond, "Annabelle is my daughter."
"No, she isn't!" Buffy hissed again, stepping back slightly.
Faith just continued to smirk, "Yeah, she is." Faith sneered, finally starting to get angry with the woman that could potentially cause her daughter so much pain. "I'm the one she calls mom, I fixed her skinned knees and colds, I helped her ride her first bike! Where the hell were you? Out in LA enjoying the single life." Faith stepped back again, leaving even more distance between them. "Spike told you on her birthday, and you couldn't have worse timing by the way, and I'm telling you now. She doesn't need you."
Faith didn't see the hand coming but she heard the crack as flesh hit flesh and the sting of pain that resonated in her cheek.
"I'll call the police," Buffy threatened, quietly enough so that the now quiet spectators did hear her.
Faith scoffed; rubbing her cheek lightly, "And say what, B? A big bad lady came and raised my kid for me when I couldn't do it myself?" The brunette turned to leave however Buffy pulled her back.
"I gave birth to that girl!" Buffy screamed now shaking Faith, some people in the crowd deciding now would be a good time to step forward and intervene. "Annabelle is my daughter, I gave birth to her!"
A chocked sob caught everyone off guard, and a dozen heads swivelled in the direction of the still open doors. There in the doorway stood two teenage girls; both ashen, one with sapphire eyes looking from one woman to the other, tear pleading for truth.
Annabelle let out another sob, turned on her heels and took off running as fast as she could.
"Annabelle!" Buffy yelled, fighting against the man who had pulled her away from Faith trying to go after her daughter.
Faith took off running as fast as she could however the fifteen year old was fuelled with adrenalin and had had a head start in the few seconds of resonating shock.
Meanwhile, as Faith dragged herself back to the gym, Crystal pulled out a cell phone from her back pocket and hit speed dial, keeping her eyes trained on the blond who was being detained by the late arriving guards of the gym.
"Hello, Mr Giles?" Crystal asked, once the connection was made. "I think we have a problem…"