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Rating pg-13, R and maybe a few NC-17 chapter where aloud. deals with rape, teen pregnancy, abuse, slight drug use, language and sex. (Edited to be at least R, except where aloud)
Summery 15 year old Buffy Summers has run away from her abusive father, her mother is dead and she has no other family. This is an A/U fic.
"Run run runaway run. Maybe some day I will find some one. To run run runaway."- Hanson "Runaway run"
Finaly one of the guys threw something at her. She dodged it, but that was wrong, so he decided to step in.
"You know guy, I think your treating that girl like shit." Angel told them.
"So. She's nothing but a little tramp." One of the men sneered at him.
Angel stepped closer to the man. "Didn't your mama tell you to respect a lady?" He asked.
"Yeah, but like I said she ain't a lady, she's a little tramp." He spat.
"I suggest you get your eyes checked then buddy." Angel told him, this guy was starting to piss him off even more. His buddy's were backing off trying to get there friend to come with them. He grabbed the guy by the collar of his shirt lifting him up to his face. "Do you understand me? Because if I ever see you treat any girl that way again I will beat the shit out of you, and should I ever see you talk to her again I will cut your dick off and shove it down your throat." Angel doped the guy down, who took off with his friends. Angel turned his attention to the girl.
"Are you okay?" He asked her. She nodded her reply.
"Why are you out here alone, at a closed gas station at night?" He asked.
She didn't say anything, just shrugging her shoulders, looking down at the ground.
"What's your name?"
"Buffy." She replied meekly.
"I'm Angel. Do you need to call someone or a ride home?" He asked.
She shook her head no.
"Where do you live?"
"What about your parents?"
"Moms dead, my father don't care."
"So your a runaway."
Angel didn't know why he felt so bad for this girl, maybe it was because she reminded him of his own sister, or how those guy had been treating her.
"How old are you Buffy?"
"15, I'll be 16 in a few months"
"Your offal young to be out here at eleven at night, alone."
She just looked at him for a moment and shrugged her shoulders. "No."
She looked hungry, and very tired. Angel guessed she didn't get a lot of sleep, and when she did sleep it was light.
"Why don't you come to my house tonight, get you some food and a good nights sleep. Maybe I can help find you a place to stay or something." He offered her.
"I don't need charity. I can take care of myself" Told him. She back up a few steps away from him.
"Come on." He tried again "I know you can take care of your self but you shouldn't have to. I won't make you go anywhere you don't want to."
She thought it over for a moment. He didn't seem like a bad guy. And she was tired. Tired of being hungry and sleepy all the time. Tired of getting called names and having to wash up in a sink. Tired of being afraid and alone.
"Okay." She whispered. He smiled. Leading her back to his car he went to fill his tank up with gas. It was the only pay at the pump in this small town. She got into the passengers side seat and waited as he filled the tank. It was a nice car, new too.
Moments later he got in, and stared his car. "I live just a few minutes away. We'll be there in no time." He told her. She nodded her head watching where he was driving to.
True to his word less then five minutes later they pulled up into a drive way. It was a nice, house. Not huge, but not small by any means. Buffy got out of the car and followed him in.
"I live by myself, sometimes my little sis, and brother come stay with me." He told her.
"How old are you?" She asked him, he had only asked her age and did not comment on his own.
"19 in a few weeks." He replied. She followed him around the house, He went into a laundry room and grabbed some clean clothes.
"Go take a shower, you'll feel better. You can change into these when your done, and I can wash your clothes." He told her. She just nodded her head in reply. "There is some shampoo and conditioner, soap, towels, washcloths, and anything else in the bathroom."
He showed her where the bathroom was, and then left to find something for her to eat.
Buffy found everything she needed and started up the shower. Striping off her dirty jeans, panties, bra and shirt she stepped into the warm spray of the water. The water felt good as is ran over her body.