Hailstones
by Roxy

Part One

Buffy watched her television, deeply engrossed with Dawson's Creek, Joey has it so easy, she doesn't even realize.. Buffy thought, but her thoughts were quickly stopped, when she heard the door slam outside, she turned the T.V off, scrambled to her room, slipped under the covers and turned the light off. Buffy pulled the covers tighter when she heard his heavy, loud, footsteps.

Buffy heard him trip over the mess he had earlier made, she smiled weakly, At least he hurts himself, even if I can't. The thought made memories flood through her, when they were in love, when she was still the slayer and didn't have to take any crap off of him, when the council had made the second the slayer the active one. Buffy had been relieved of her duties as slayer, at the time she didn't think it possible, it was perfect, she finally had the normal life, with an all too normal husband. Things were perfect in the beginning, it was like they were made for each other, but then after a year, when they found out Buffy couldn't get pregnant, instead of trying to help Buffy through it, he lashed out, verbally abusing her.

I loved him too much, I couldn't just walk away... Buffy thought.

Eventually the verbal abuse turned to physical abuse, if Buffy didn't keep the house perfect, or have supper by five, his temper would explode, and if Buffy ever tried to defend herself, he would degrade her and leave nasty looking welts everywhere.

I couldn't tell anyone, I was too embarrassed, how did I get myself into this? Buffy thought, but her thoughts were cut short as he nearly ripped open the door and turned the light on, Buffy shrank back near the bed head.

"Why didn't you clean up my mess bitch?!! Did you do it just to piss me off? huh? ANSWER ME DAMMIT!" He yelled as he walked over and shook her, causing her head to bang against the board.

"I'm sorry!! I just got home 15 minutes ago! I didn't mean to upset you!" Buffy cried as the tears flowed.

"Well then I guess your just going to have to make it up to me then." He said coldly as he ran his hand down her face gently but shakily, she could smell the alcohol on his breath, no he wasn't an alcoholic but he did get plastered on occasion.

"H-how do you mean?" Buffy said shakily, fully knowing the answer.

"You know exactly what I mean, you two-bit ho, I know you've been around the block, you've been cheating on me? Haven't you? Well I'm just gonna have to see if you got any better." He said with a cold grin, Buffy wanted to disappear, or be anywhere but where she was.

Oh no, oh god no, he's going to rape me, god help me!

He advanced on her and ran his hand along her leg, Buffy put her hand gently on his.

Buffy! Stop this! You were a slayer! Don't take this from him! Even if a part of you still loves him..or did.....

"Please don't, I d-don't want to." Buffy squeaked out.

A look of severe anger crossed his features, he violently grabbed her arm and looked her straight in the eye.

"Listen slut, we can do this the hard way, or we can do this the easy way, either way, I don't mind, don't make me hurt you." He spat. Buffy nodded sadly as the tears kept on coming.

The whole time Buffy felt like she was being ripped to shreds, this wasn't what she wanted, never what she wanted, or expected.

I'm somewhere else, I'm not here getting raped, I'm okay, I'm fine....I'm fine, who the hell am I kidding. Buffy thought sadly, the only reason why she didn't kill herself was because she was holding on to this false hope, this dream that maybe she could be happy again, someday..maybe...never.

Finally it was over, he rolled over and fell asleep. Buffy ran into the shower and scrubbed herself, she slid to the bottom of the shower and cradled herself as she wept, she carefully got out and put her pajama's back on.

When I look at him sleeping, it's like he's my husband again, but he's not and never will be again, he raped you, he raped you!

This big fit of anger washed over Buffy, she felt the adrenaline kick through her, for the first time through the whole relationship, she felt angry enough to do something, she (still in her pajama's) took her car keys and took one last look before she left.

Once in the car, she wept, like she had never wept before, only one time had she cried this much. She sped off, no idea where she was going, barely keeping to one lane, she made it for awhile, until she crashed into a sign and hit her head on the steering wheel, everything went black...

Part Two

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