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Author's Chapter Notes:
Ok so some of you may remember this fic. I wrote it a while back, but i had kind of stepped away from spuffy a litle and i took down all of my fics. However i'm starting to get back into the fandom and i've been working on editing this story slightly. Mostly just grammar etc. But i decided to repost it anyway.

Anyway, for those who have read this before and are reading again, and for new readers. Enjoy!

And please review :)
Chapter 1 - Non-Friendly Situations


She looked in the mirror, surveying the damage. It wasn't too bad
really. Could have been a lot worse. The purple bruise on her cheek
would be easy enough to cover up, as would the one near her lip. The others she could hide with her clothes. She picked the small round pad out of her make up bag, dipping it into her powder; she brought it to her cheek and started softly patting the purple bruise. She watched as it began to disappear. It took her another fifteen minutes but soon she could look in the mirror and no ugly, purple marks were invisible. Now to hide the rest.


She pulled a red long sleeved sweater from her closet. Then a pair of simple blue jeans. She hurriedly dressed. She rushed around her room collecting everything she needed for the day. Glancing at the clock, she grabbed everything in her hands and began shoving them in her bag. Taking one last look in the mirror to make sure she looked presentable, she quietly opened her bedroom door. She looked to her left, seeing her mom's bedroom door still closed, she moved quiet as a mouse, down the stairs and straight out the door.





At lunch later that day, after managing to barely concentrate on her
classes, Buffy made her way towards her usual table on the quad where her friend was sitting.

"Hey Wills." she said taking her usual seat.

"Hey Buff, how are you?" Willow said lightly scrunching her eyebrows.

"I'm ok,” she answered, but not in a believable way.

Willow gave her a funny look.

"I'm ok!" she repeated, louder this time.

"If you say so." The redhead knew something wasn't right. And she
thought she knew what it was. Buffy had been acting strange for a
while, and Willow was worried about her. But they were best friends, and Willow was determined to find out what the hell was going on. And she was going to find out today.

"Hey Buff, I need to go to the bathroom. Come with?"

Buffy nodded "Sure." she stood, carrying her empty lunch bag to the trashcan. She then turned back to her friend. They walked together in absolute silence. That wasn't a strange thing for them anymore. But a few months a go, you could never shut either of them up when they were together. And they both wanted that back.


Willow marched into the bathroom ahead of Buffy. After checking that there was nobody else inside, she locked the door. She turned to Buffy, her resolve face already firmly in place. Someone had to take the initiative and get to the truth. Willow wasn't usually the kind of person who took charge. That had always been Buffy. But, on this occasion it would seem she didn't have any choice but to take control.

"What..." Buffy started only to be immediately cut off by Willow.

"Buffy, something is going on here. I don't know for sure what but I
have an idea. So you can either tell me, or I will find out for
myself."

"Willow, nothing is wrong." Buffy wiped her clammy hands on the side of her jeans, something she did when she was nervous and it did not go unnoticed by Willow. That was it.

"Really? Because I don't believe you. Something is going on Buffy.
You've been different for a while, and that's not because of "nothing" it's because of something. I want to know what."

"It's nothing," Buffy mumbled again.

"Ok, I guess I'm going to have to find out for myself then." Willow
declared, marching right up to Buffy and grabbing her wrist, noticing Buffy's wince when she did so. She looked Buffy square in the eye as she pulled up her sleeve, revealing red handprints and bruises scattered the length of her arm. Willow gasped when she saw it.

"Buffy, what the, where did these come from?"

Buffy didn't say anything, but Willow saw a lone tear slip from her
friend's eye. And she knew.

"Your mom." she whispered. Buffy, unable to say anything, only nodded that her friend was correct. Willow was only partly surprised. Everyone knew that Buffy's mom wasn't a particularly nice person. In fact, at times she could be downright loony. And they knew she could be violent, but Willow had never thought the violence had been directed at Buffy. She couldn't believe how wrong she had been.

"Buffy, how long has this been going on?" Willow as gently as
possible, not wanting to upset her friend further. Buffy sniffed.

"About a year or so. But only really bad for the past
few months." Willow wrapped her am around Buffy, as a show of comfort.

"Buffy, I'm so sorry. I wish you would have told me. But we can sort this out now. We will, I promise."
Buffy pulled away from Willow, shaking her head forcefully.

"No, Willow. You cannot tell anyone about this. We only have a year of school left. It'll be ok. But if she finds out people know, it will
only get worse. Please just leave it be" she begged.

"But Buffy, she's hurting you." Willow was desperately trying to get
her friend to see sense.

"I can handle it. Please just promise me you won't say anything, to anyone."

Willow felt close to tears herself by now. She wanted to help Buffy,
and keeping the situation secret wouldn't do that. But Buffy looked so desperate too. And Willow just couldn't bring herself to disagree with anything her friend wanted when she saw that on her face. So,
hesitantly she nodded that she would keep the secret.

"Thank you so much." Buffy said as she pulled her friend into a hug.

"I don't like this Buffy."

"I know Wills, but I promise I'll be ok. If things get worse I'll tell
you." Buffy crossed her heart as she said the words.

"You better, because I don't want to see anything bad happen to you."

"It won't, I promise." Buffy then picked up her things. She unlocked
the door. She was almost out the door, she noticed Willow wasn't
following she turned back to her.

"You coming?"

Willow forced herself to smile.

"Yeah," she followed Buffy out, just as the end of lunch bell rung. So they changed the direction they were heading in.

"So, what are you doing after school?" Buffy was trying to lighten the mood, and take the conversation away from her situation. She knew Willow wouldn't buy her false cheerfulness. But she also knew, her friend would go along with it.

"No plans. I was intending maybe stopping in at the Espresso Pump for a coffee before heading home. You know, with you and Xander."

"Same as normal then." Buffy stated.



Normal, now there was a word. Things that everyone did, that everyone experience. So, she would keep putting on a happy face and acting like everything was fine. Yeah, normal, that was what she needed. But also what she knew she may never have.





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