Chapter 2
After a few hours of self-pity and twenty
minutes of throwing up the wonderful breakfast he had
made for her, she decided to look for him.
*How far could he have gone in an hour’s time?* She had
purposefully picked the middle of nowhere to rend her
house, this way no one would be able to find her and
she’d be to die alone, in peace. Boy had she been wrong.
She found him in the first place she thought to
look: the local bar. She hated that she’d known he’d be
there, especially so early, it was only a little after
noon. This is where Spike would go though, and its
exactly where she found him, drunk and flirting with some
townie hussy. The blond bitch was sitting on the table in
front of his chair, legs crossed, her teeny little skirt
leaving nothing to the imagination. She was twirling her
stupid hair and laughing at whatever he was telling her.
William was giving her his sex leer, hands
running up and down her thighs. It was all Buffy could do
to just turn around and go home. This was bringing too
many unwanted memories home. But she knew William and she
knew he was hiding behind his “Spike” persona and he was
hurt. She’d hurt him. So now she had to swallow her
pride, apologize, and bring her William back. She walked
up to the couple feeling much inferior to the blonde
hussy. In her ripped jeans and black tank top Buffy was
nothing in comparison. Her long blond hair was greasy and
up in a ponytail next to the blonde’s beautiful
luminescent blond waves. Nevertheless she continued on
with the task at hand.
“Excuse me,” she said interrupting their
conversation.
Little miss hussy just glared. William turned his glassy
drunken eyes at her and slurred:
“Well, well, come to get a piece of big bad
Spike? Whatsamatter pet? Don’t like to share?”
“William….”
“William’s not here.” He interrupted
“Who is this bitch Spikey?” blond and slutty
asked
“Donworry about it Harmony.” He told
her “You’ll have your turn too.” He said this and grabbed
the girl’s ass. She smiled seductively in return.
“Juss give me a minute with this one” he
finished
With great effort he stood up from his chair and stumbled
over to the corner of the bar bringing Buffy
unceremoniously along.
“Hurry up baby” the slut called after him
“Jeez Will how much have you had to drink?”
Buffy asked “Didn’t take you long to fall back into old
habits did it?”
“Iz the way you like it innit? A little bit o
demon in your man as I recall.”
He was inching a little too close for her comfort level.
Buffy put both her hands on his chest and pushed him back
a little while at the same time steading him.
“Look Will, about earlier, I’m sorry. I was
angry and………….”
“Can’t be sorry about the truth love. You call
em as you see em. I’m Spike. Can’t pretend to be someone
died long ago.”
She felt a tear run down her cheek. Damn it! It was just
a word. He hadn’t meant it litteraly. But there it was;
the truth, what was coming for her very soon. Death.
William sobered up at the look on her face.
“Buffy, I’m sorry. I didn’t think.”
“You’re drunk Will.” She told him. “You want to
go down self-destruction again, go right ahead, but I’m
not coming along for the ride this time. Life’s too short
and I have my own shit to deal with.”
At that Buffy turned around and headed for the
door.
“Buffy wait,”
“Good night William”
As she walked past the blond hussy she thought she’d give
the slut a word of advice
“Good luck tonight hun. He’s a horrible drunk
and trust me, he’s no stud in bed when he’s like this.”
******************
It must have been 2 or 3 in morning. She knew
because she had just fallen asleep after having had her
own night cap and cried her eyes out. She heard the cop
through the open window in her room and William loudly
explaining himself and the reason for his inebriated
state. She rolled her eyes. *Some things never change* .
At the sound of the doorbell she slipped on a robe and
walked downstairs.
“I believe this belongs to you” the officer
told her as he pushed William in the door.
“Unfortunately” she muttered
“Buffy, you want me to put him in a cell for
the night? You don’t look well and you shouldn’t have to
deal with this guy.”
Buffy smiled at the police officer. Riley Finn had been a
good guy to her in the two months she’d been in town,
always willing to lend a hand.
“It’s ok Riley, I got it. I’ve dealt with worse
from him. This is a cake walk.”
Riley nodded his head at her, said goodnight and left a
semi-conscious William leaning against the wall.
“Buffy” he whispered
*How the hell am I going to get him upstairs? She asked
herself.
Buffy took one of Williams’s arms and draped it around
her shoulders.
“You’re going to have to sleep on the couch tonight Will.
You’re just too heavy to bring upstairs”
He giggled at that. What in God’s name was so funny about
the situation? She wondered. Oh he’d pay for this.
As she dragged him across the foyer and into the living
room William got a little frisky. He continued to grab
her ass and fondle her breast with the hand that hung
over her shoulder.
“Cut it out William.” She snapped at him.
“Come on baby” he said then leaned right into her ear and
whispered
“I know you want it. You always liked it like this.”
She was outraged. A little turned on by his ministrations
but outraged nonetheless.
“I never liked it like this. Stop. I’m so angry at you I
can scream.”
“Then scream love. Scream for me and make me harder. “
That was it! She finally made it to the couch with him
and unceremoniously threw him down on it.
“Goodnight asshole.” She told him. “I want you gone in
the morning. I don’t want you and your shit in my life.”
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