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Doyle looked out from his bedroom in the little apartment that he shared with his two moms. Something was making him take a long hard look at his behavior of recent. Mostly how he had treated poor Cordelia.
Why had he gone to treating her like some kind of property? That wasn't the way that either of his moms had raised him. They had raised him to be a very loving and caring person. To not take for granted what gifts he was given in life. And Cordelia had been the best gift that he had ever been given.
Why would he turn his back on something so good? Why would he just shun the way that he was raised? Why ask why? Things were getting to be too much for him. It was frustrating to say the least. And not how he wanted to be.
There was a knock on his door. "Can I come in son?" Doyle looked at his biological mother and shrugged. "I guess that's a yes answer." She made her way over to the bed where he sat on looking out at all the things below. "You've seemed different as of late. Have things been going badly with that nice Cordelia?"
Doyle shot his mother a look. Regretting it immediately, he sighed heavily. "You could say that. I've screwed up mom. And I'll never be able to get her back. And that's not what worries me. It's how I screwed up."
"Mind if I sit?" Doyle shrugged. "Look son, if you don't tell me exactly what happened and what has been going on, I can't even begin to help you. And I don't like seeing you this way. It breaks a mother's heart you know."
That got a bit of a smile out of Doyle. But it didn't last long. He was so ashamed and afraid to tell his mother what had been happening. But if you couldn't trust your mother, then who could you trust. "I've been doing things that I am not proud of. Not in the least. And I'm not even sure why I did them either."
"It seems that you are having trouble with this." His mother draped an arm around him. "Let me just say this, I'm your mother. I will love you no matter what. And if it's that bad, I'll help you through it. Or find someone that can."
Doyle again sighed heavily. He knew that if he could trust anyone it would be his mother. Perhaps she knew something. Something that he had blocked out a long time ago. "Well, I know things were real good to start with with Cordelia. But I changed. Somehow I changed. I, I'm not sure how to say this."
"Just say it." His mother gave him a squeeze. "Again, I'll love you no matter what."
"I started to get abusive of Cordelia." Doyle didn't dare look at his mother for fear of the look he'd see on her face. "It started just as being very possessive of her. It lead to verbal abuse, then I actually hit her. It only happened once, but that's too many times."
His mother sat for a moment. She forced him to look at her. "I actually kinda expected it. I saw they way Cordelia began being around you. It's the way that I was around your father before I left him."
Doyle looked up quickly. He had forgotten that his mother had been married to a man. And that was till he was eight years old. He had blocked all of that out. And now, he was remembering why. "Dad hit you. And me." Doyle began staring out the window again.
"Yes, he did. And it's no surprise that you picked up on it." His mother smiled sadly."Unfortunately, abuse seems to be hereditary. But it is treatable. If we get you into counseling now, you can learn to control those abusive tendencies."
Tears feel from Doyle's eyes as he remembered it all. The verbal and physical abuse that his mother and he had had to put up with. How it had made them both feel. And to think, he had done that to Cordelia. No wonder she had chosen Donny over him. He was an animal. But hopefully he could get his act together.
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Spike went from telephone pole to telephone pole. From tree to tree. From wooden fence to wooden fence. From store to store. Anywhere that he could display a picture of Buffy. Not that her face wasn't still in the newspaper and on the television every day. But he had to do something. It had been too long since she had been gone.
His should brushed against someone else. "Hey watch it you bloody idiot!" He turned, ready to deck whoever it was that had dared get in his way. He was totally on edge and wasn't about to take anything from anyone.
"Same to you pal!" Xander was about to let fly with some fists of furry of his own. Anya was still missing and there were no signs of her anywhere. Both eyed each other for a moment. "Sorry bout that man."
"Me too." Spike shook his head as he clenched and unclenched his fist. "Seems that we both have something to be on edge about." He nodded at the handful of papers that Xander was clutching tightly. "No doubt, pictures of your girl."
"Yeah." Xander sighed heavily and looked around him. "It's funny how all these people can just go on their merry way and not even realize what is going on. And if they do, how many just don't give a damn about anyone but themselves."
Spike couldn't help but laugh. "Bloody right." He began walking at a steady pace, Xander following right behind him. "People get caught up in their own little worlds. And they don't even realize that there are bigger problems then their own. Don't even stop to think about how others are bloody well feeling."
Xander caught up with Spike. "Guess we both been lost in our own little worlds as well. Buffy's been missing for months now. Anya's been gone for nearly a month. We had plans, but that isn't what's important. The fact that she could be dead is. And the fact that whoever has her pays dearly."
Spike stopped in his tracks and eyed Xander. "We are in the same boat aren't we. Bloody well barely getting by. Kinda like trying to paddle upstream with only one oar. Just don't seem to be getting anywhere now do we."
"Not really." Xander kicked an empty soda can. It clanked along the ground for awhile. "And there is also the issue of my best friend going up for murder, my cousin going up on charges of obstruction. Yeah, my life is so of the good right now."
The bleach blond nodded. "I know. And Angel just informed me that Darla's been through quite the ordeal. No one is supposed to know, so keep it under your hat. Seems that she was raped. And you know what that's doing to my big brother."
"Oh, man." Xander clenched his hand into a fist. "If that happened to Anya, I would so kill the bastard that did that." He shook his head to clear it. "Look, I know this may not sound like good timing and all, but why don't we go do something? Not sure what, but something to blow of the steam. I know that we are both under a lot of stress. And we nearly came to blows over nothing just a few minutes ago."
"You have a point." Spike eyed his new ally. "What say we go for a spin? You up for a wild trip? You do know how I drive."
"Yeah, I know how you drive." For the first time in days, Xander managed a smile. "I think I'll take my chances." The two walked off toward Spike's motorcycle. It wouldn't bring back there girls, but for a little while they could forget their troubles.
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Angel paced outside the hospital room. Darla was still in the hospital, a week after she had been raped. For she had not only been raped, but she had been badly beaten as well. In fact, if Angel hadn't found her when he had, she would have been dead.
She suffered from severe bruising, a fractured left wrist, a sprained right ankle, two broken ribs, and a broken nose. She had also had a concussion from her ordeal. It was because whoever had raped and beaten her had hit her with such a force. It was nearly a deadly force.
The young man had loved Darla for so long. He had tried to move on with Cordelia, but that was nothing really. And Drusilla was plain and simply someone that he had used. He had never been proud of that fact. Especially since it had lead to her drug abuse and then to her death because of her addiction.
Darla was the one woman that he had fallen hard for. And definitely had never gotten over. He knew that Darla felt the same way. But that they could only ever be friends. There was just something about them that made their relationship impossible to be anything more then friends. And that was a very good thing.
Whether she was his girl or his friend, it didn't matter. What mattered was that there was someone out there that had nearly destroyed her. And not just physically either. It was also an emotional beating that she had taken as well. And it was always going to be with her the fact that someone had beaten her down. And taken away her innocence.
Also in the back of his mind was what his brother was going through. They had had a talk the night before about both of their situations. One was not knowing where his girl was at all and what was being done to her and the other knowing where his girl was but that it didn't make it that much easier because of the pain and suffering she was enduring.
The main reason for his pacing was the fact that all he wanted to do was hurt badly the man that had done this. But he didn't know who that was. Darla had only been awake a couple times. And she had been in too much pain to be able to tell anyone what had happened. It was all getting to be too much for him, when the nurse walked out. "She's asking for you. But make it brief. She needs her rest."
Like a shot, Angel was beside Darla. "Are you feeling all right? Stupid question. What was it that you wanted to see me for or was it just to see me?"
Darla sighed. "I just wanted to see my good friend. And to tell you I'm sorry for turning my back on you. What happened has made me realize just how important life is. And not to dwell on the things in the past that we can not change."
Angel smiled a bit. "Don't worry about that. All you have to do is worry about getting better. And when you get your strength up, you can tell us all who it was that did this to you. He so needs to pay."
Darla smiled a weak smile. "He may never get what's coming to him." Angel quickly stood up. "Only because I'm not sure who it was. They wore a mask. All I can go by is the fact that I'll never ever forget his smell. I can't describe it, but he had a body odor to him."
"Well, that is something." Angel took her hand into his. "Look, I wanted to say this. Then I have to go. The nurse Nazi is watching me." This made Darla chuckle a bit. "I will always be here for you no matter what. Through thick and thin, we will always be friends."
"Thank you." Darla squeezed his hand gently. "And I will always be here for you. Friends until the very end."
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It seemed that all eyes were on her. It seemed that since the paper had discovered that she was the lead suspect in the killing of her girlfriend's father. They were having a field day with the fact that it was her girlfriend's father that was dead. And after what Mr. MaClay had done to Tara and her mother.
She should be used to the feel of all eyes on her. But she wasn't. She could never get used to that. Willow had grown up as a geek and a nerd. Someone that had blended in with the ground and not stood out. And that's the way that she had like things.
But now, all eyes were on her. But she wasn't alone. She was never really alone. She always had Tara with her. If only in her heart. But today, she had her with her. They were doing a little bit of celebrating. The judge had granted her release into her uncle's custody. But she was to face a trial starting at the end of the month. And odds were still stacked against her.
But that didn't matter for tonight she was alone with her girl. Well, not exactly. As per the agreement of her release, Uncle Giles was over in the corn dining with Mrs. Summers. But that was way over there. And out of sight out of mind.
Tonight was about spending time with the woman that she loved. There were white candles lit giving off a nice soft glow. It lit up Tara's blue eyes and made them simply sparkle like two sapphires in the moonlight. It made her feel at ease just seeing her like that.
The two ate in mostly silence. It wasn't that there wasn't a lot to say, it was just that the two needed something else tonight. Just that unspoken feeling that flows between two people that are so deeply in love. That feeling that makes you feel so good no matter what your day has been like or how you were feeling before.
And they knew that time was a fleeting thing for the two of them. They both might be two fifteen year olds that had plenty of life ahead of them, but there was the chance that they may just have to live those remaining years apart.
Willow would never ask Tara to wait around for her. No matter how much she loved her, that would be unfair to her. She was a beautiful, amazing, bright, funny, sexy, loving, and caring person. Those were not even enough words to do justice to how she felt about her.
Tara however would never leave her girl. That was the last thing that would ever happen. Even if the two of them had to live separate lives, then so be it. She would be willing to come to a jail every day if need me just so the two of them could be together. For they had somehow been destined to meet in the blond's mind.
And there was always the possibility that some new evidence could come about and clear the redhead of a crime that she did not commit. She would be the first to admit that all the evidence so far was pointing against her. With the exception of the military knife.
That had been one bit of good news for Willow's defense. It had been determined that it indeed was the murder weapon. The blood and DNA matched that of Mr. MaClay. And there were a set of smudged fingerprints on there. But from what was on there, they didn't appear to be Willow's. So there was a bit of good news for the loving couple.
The waiter came over and handed both girls a single long stemmed red rose. The two took them and began giggling. It appeared that great minds do indeed think alike. They had both given each other the same exact flower. Just a bit of a token of how they really feel about one another.
Not that either needed the tokens. They never had need for any little or big thing again. For they knew in their hearts that theirs was a very deep love. And that no one would ever be able to take that away from them. And that they showed their love for one another in everything they did. From just little looks to holding hands to kissing. Just being there for one another no matter what should come along.
Now that was what true love was all about. And with true love, one could never really ever be hurt. One could never be in trouble. One could never really be alone. For love would provide for them. In one way or another.
Doyle looked out from his bedroom in the little apartment that he shared with his two moms. Something was making him take a long hard look at his behavior of recent. Mostly how he had treated poor Cordelia.
Why had he gone to treating her like some kind of property? That wasn't the way that either of his moms had raised him. They had raised him to be a very loving and caring person. To not take for granted what gifts he was given in life. And Cordelia had been the best gift that he had ever been given.
Why would he turn his back on something so good? Why would he just shun the way that he was raised? Why ask why? Things were getting to be too much for him. It was frustrating to say the least. And not how he wanted to be.
There was a knock on his door. "Can I come in son?" Doyle looked at his biological mother and shrugged. "I guess that's a yes answer." She made her way over to the bed where he sat on looking out at all the things below. "You've seemed different as of late. Have things been going badly with that nice Cordelia?"
Doyle shot his mother a look. Regretting it immediately, he sighed heavily. "You could say that. I've screwed up mom. And I'll never be able to get her back. And that's not what worries me. It's how I screwed up."
"Mind if I sit?" Doyle shrugged. "Look son, if you don't tell me exactly what happened and what has been going on, I can't even begin to help you. And I don't like seeing you this way. It breaks a mother's heart you know."
That got a bit of a smile out of Doyle. But it didn't last long. He was so ashamed and afraid to tell his mother what had been happening. But if you couldn't trust your mother, then who could you trust. "I've been doing things that I am not proud of. Not in the least. And I'm not even sure why I did them either."
"It seems that you are having trouble with this." His mother draped an arm around him. "Let me just say this, I'm your mother. I will love you no matter what. And if it's that bad, I'll help you through it. Or find someone that can."
Doyle again sighed heavily. He knew that if he could trust anyone it would be his mother. Perhaps she knew something. Something that he had blocked out a long time ago. "Well, I know things were real good to start with with Cordelia. But I changed. Somehow I changed. I, I'm not sure how to say this."
"Just say it." His mother gave him a squeeze. "Again, I'll love you no matter what."
"I started to get abusive of Cordelia." Doyle didn't dare look at his mother for fear of the look he'd see on her face. "It started just as being very possessive of her. It lead to verbal abuse, then I actually hit her. It only happened once, but that's too many times."
His mother sat for a moment. She forced him to look at her. "I actually kinda expected it. I saw they way Cordelia began being around you. It's the way that I was around your father before I left him."
Doyle looked up quickly. He had forgotten that his mother had been married to a man. And that was till he was eight years old. He had blocked all of that out. And now, he was remembering why. "Dad hit you. And me." Doyle began staring out the window again.
"Yes, he did. And it's no surprise that you picked up on it." His mother smiled sadly."Unfortunately, abuse seems to be hereditary. But it is treatable. If we get you into counseling now, you can learn to control those abusive tendencies."
Tears feel from Doyle's eyes as he remembered it all. The verbal and physical abuse that his mother and he had had to put up with. How it had made them both feel. And to think, he had done that to Cordelia. No wonder she had chosen Donny over him. He was an animal. But hopefully he could get his act together.
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Spike went from telephone pole to telephone pole. From tree to tree. From wooden fence to wooden fence. From store to store. Anywhere that he could display a picture of Buffy. Not that her face wasn't still in the newspaper and on the television every day. But he had to do something. It had been too long since she had been gone.
His should brushed against someone else. "Hey watch it you bloody idiot!" He turned, ready to deck whoever it was that had dared get in his way. He was totally on edge and wasn't about to take anything from anyone.
"Same to you pal!" Xander was about to let fly with some fists of furry of his own. Anya was still missing and there were no signs of her anywhere. Both eyed each other for a moment. "Sorry bout that man."
"Me too." Spike shook his head as he clenched and unclenched his fist. "Seems that we both have something to be on edge about." He nodded at the handful of papers that Xander was clutching tightly. "No doubt, pictures of your girl."
"Yeah." Xander sighed heavily and looked around him. "It's funny how all these people can just go on their merry way and not even realize what is going on. And if they do, how many just don't give a damn about anyone but themselves."
Spike couldn't help but laugh. "Bloody right." He began walking at a steady pace, Xander following right behind him. "People get caught up in their own little worlds. And they don't even realize that there are bigger problems then their own. Don't even stop to think about how others are bloody well feeling."
Xander caught up with Spike. "Guess we both been lost in our own little worlds as well. Buffy's been missing for months now. Anya's been gone for nearly a month. We had plans, but that isn't what's important. The fact that she could be dead is. And the fact that whoever has her pays dearly."
Spike stopped in his tracks and eyed Xander. "We are in the same boat aren't we. Bloody well barely getting by. Kinda like trying to paddle upstream with only one oar. Just don't seem to be getting anywhere now do we."
"Not really." Xander kicked an empty soda can. It clanked along the ground for awhile. "And there is also the issue of my best friend going up for murder, my cousin going up on charges of obstruction. Yeah, my life is so of the good right now."
The bleach blond nodded. "I know. And Angel just informed me that Darla's been through quite the ordeal. No one is supposed to know, so keep it under your hat. Seems that she was raped. And you know what that's doing to my big brother."
"Oh, man." Xander clenched his hand into a fist. "If that happened to Anya, I would so kill the bastard that did that." He shook his head to clear it. "Look, I know this may not sound like good timing and all, but why don't we go do something? Not sure what, but something to blow of the steam. I know that we are both under a lot of stress. And we nearly came to blows over nothing just a few minutes ago."
"You have a point." Spike eyed his new ally. "What say we go for a spin? You up for a wild trip? You do know how I drive."
"Yeah, I know how you drive." For the first time in days, Xander managed a smile. "I think I'll take my chances." The two walked off toward Spike's motorcycle. It wouldn't bring back there girls, but for a little while they could forget their troubles.
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Angel paced outside the hospital room. Darla was still in the hospital, a week after she had been raped. For she had not only been raped, but she had been badly beaten as well. In fact, if Angel hadn't found her when he had, she would have been dead.
She suffered from severe bruising, a fractured left wrist, a sprained right ankle, two broken ribs, and a broken nose. She had also had a concussion from her ordeal. It was because whoever had raped and beaten her had hit her with such a force. It was nearly a deadly force.
The young man had loved Darla for so long. He had tried to move on with Cordelia, but that was nothing really. And Drusilla was plain and simply someone that he had used. He had never been proud of that fact. Especially since it had lead to her drug abuse and then to her death because of her addiction.
Darla was the one woman that he had fallen hard for. And definitely had never gotten over. He knew that Darla felt the same way. But that they could only ever be friends. There was just something about them that made their relationship impossible to be anything more then friends. And that was a very good thing.
Whether she was his girl or his friend, it didn't matter. What mattered was that there was someone out there that had nearly destroyed her. And not just physically either. It was also an emotional beating that she had taken as well. And it was always going to be with her the fact that someone had beaten her down. And taken away her innocence.
Also in the back of his mind was what his brother was going through. They had had a talk the night before about both of their situations. One was not knowing where his girl was at all and what was being done to her and the other knowing where his girl was but that it didn't make it that much easier because of the pain and suffering she was enduring.
The main reason for his pacing was the fact that all he wanted to do was hurt badly the man that had done this. But he didn't know who that was. Darla had only been awake a couple times. And she had been in too much pain to be able to tell anyone what had happened. It was all getting to be too much for him, when the nurse walked out. "She's asking for you. But make it brief. She needs her rest."
Like a shot, Angel was beside Darla. "Are you feeling all right? Stupid question. What was it that you wanted to see me for or was it just to see me?"
Darla sighed. "I just wanted to see my good friend. And to tell you I'm sorry for turning my back on you. What happened has made me realize just how important life is. And not to dwell on the things in the past that we can not change."
Angel smiled a bit. "Don't worry about that. All you have to do is worry about getting better. And when you get your strength up, you can tell us all who it was that did this to you. He so needs to pay."
Darla smiled a weak smile. "He may never get what's coming to him." Angel quickly stood up. "Only because I'm not sure who it was. They wore a mask. All I can go by is the fact that I'll never ever forget his smell. I can't describe it, but he had a body odor to him."
"Well, that is something." Angel took her hand into his. "Look, I wanted to say this. Then I have to go. The nurse Nazi is watching me." This made Darla chuckle a bit. "I will always be here for you no matter what. Through thick and thin, we will always be friends."
"Thank you." Darla squeezed his hand gently. "And I will always be here for you. Friends until the very end."
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It seemed that all eyes were on her. It seemed that since the paper had discovered that she was the lead suspect in the killing of her girlfriend's father. They were having a field day with the fact that it was her girlfriend's father that was dead. And after what Mr. MaClay had done to Tara and her mother.
She should be used to the feel of all eyes on her. But she wasn't. She could never get used to that. Willow had grown up as a geek and a nerd. Someone that had blended in with the ground and not stood out. And that's the way that she had like things.
But now, all eyes were on her. But she wasn't alone. She was never really alone. She always had Tara with her. If only in her heart. But today, she had her with her. They were doing a little bit of celebrating. The judge had granted her release into her uncle's custody. But she was to face a trial starting at the end of the month. And odds were still stacked against her.
But that didn't matter for tonight she was alone with her girl. Well, not exactly. As per the agreement of her release, Uncle Giles was over in the corn dining with Mrs. Summers. But that was way over there. And out of sight out of mind.
Tonight was about spending time with the woman that she loved. There were white candles lit giving off a nice soft glow. It lit up Tara's blue eyes and made them simply sparkle like two sapphires in the moonlight. It made her feel at ease just seeing her like that.
The two ate in mostly silence. It wasn't that there wasn't a lot to say, it was just that the two needed something else tonight. Just that unspoken feeling that flows between two people that are so deeply in love. That feeling that makes you feel so good no matter what your day has been like or how you were feeling before.
And they knew that time was a fleeting thing for the two of them. They both might be two fifteen year olds that had plenty of life ahead of them, but there was the chance that they may just have to live those remaining years apart.
Willow would never ask Tara to wait around for her. No matter how much she loved her, that would be unfair to her. She was a beautiful, amazing, bright, funny, sexy, loving, and caring person. Those were not even enough words to do justice to how she felt about her.
Tara however would never leave her girl. That was the last thing that would ever happen. Even if the two of them had to live separate lives, then so be it. She would be willing to come to a jail every day if need me just so the two of them could be together. For they had somehow been destined to meet in the blond's mind.
And there was always the possibility that some new evidence could come about and clear the redhead of a crime that she did not commit. She would be the first to admit that all the evidence so far was pointing against her. With the exception of the military knife.
That had been one bit of good news for Willow's defense. It had been determined that it indeed was the murder weapon. The blood and DNA matched that of Mr. MaClay. And there were a set of smudged fingerprints on there. But from what was on there, they didn't appear to be Willow's. So there was a bit of good news for the loving couple.
The waiter came over and handed both girls a single long stemmed red rose. The two took them and began giggling. It appeared that great minds do indeed think alike. They had both given each other the same exact flower. Just a bit of a token of how they really feel about one another.
Not that either needed the tokens. They never had need for any little or big thing again. For they knew in their hearts that theirs was a very deep love. And that no one would ever be able to take that away from them. And that they showed their love for one another in everything they did. From just little looks to holding hands to kissing. Just being there for one another no matter what should come along.
Now that was what true love was all about. And with true love, one could never really ever be hurt. One could never be in trouble. One could never really be alone. For love would provide for them. In one way or another.