Party Hard! | Caleb |

[Faith Lehane]

And who said Sunnydale was lacking the 'fun factor?' Faith walked inside the entrance of the Bronze, smirking as she realized what a night she was going to be in for. Young people her age where dancing around to the rather eccentric music, there was a bar, so that fake I.D might come in handy sooner rather than later, and there was just a good atmosphere which didn't seem to be present in New York, or even Boston for that matter. She might actually, well like it here. That was a surprise, to Faith, at least. She thought she was going to be having difficulty finding something 'fun' to do in Sunnydale, but it had appeared that good fortune was on her side tonight. A place with good music, drinks, and a chance to meet people? Woah, this night was gonna be a blast!

She stepped down the stairs, glancing at the bar, and the dancefloor, not sure which one she should attack first. But she wasn't feeling dehydrated yet, so she decided the dancefloor. It also seemed like that was where all the hotties were. And hey, she didn't have that much cash available on her, so she might even be able to score a drink? On that note, it looked as if she had picked up her pace, as she was soon on the dancefloor, moving her body intensely, not even stopping for breath. She noticed she was in the presence of a rather attractive young man, who had returned her friendly smirk. She begun dancing with him, and soon her arms were coarsed around his shoulders. She noticed he couldn't keep up to her, but that was to be expected, she was a slayer after all. "Is this place always as much of a blast as this?!" She shouted to him over the dominating sound of music from nearby. The young man had nodded with a smirk. "Yeah, but it depends if you meet the right people," he added, with a seductive grin now. Faith smirked back, still moving her body to the beats of the music. Some girls were looking at her strangely, which was probably because their 'boyfriends' were staring blankly at her, almost in shock. Ah well, it just comes naturally to her.

It wasn't long before she had moved on to another section of the dancefloor, pushing in front of two girls, before dancing with another guy. The guy she had previously 'ditched' looked on confused, and the girls she had just pushed through didn't look the all too happy. But she was having fun, and thats all that mattered to her. Oh, she was still going to get the free drink. Maybe she shouldn't have ditched the guy so early? It was just a habit of hers. She liked to mix things up. She was a committment phobe, after all.

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[Caleb Branshaw]

"Yeah i'll have a Blue Lagoon Cocktail, please." Caleb said to the bartendar as he sat in one of the benches at the bar with a cigarette at the side of his mouth. He usually didn't drink much alcoholic beverages, but he was seriously bored as hell. He had been sitting there for an hour now watching the random people waiting for the slayer to show up. And this wasn't even the start of his boredom. He had roamed the streets of Sunnydale for 2 hours before he had made his way to The Bronze. Still no Faith. In the file Cale had given Caleb, there was a photo of Faith, but Caleb really sucked at recognizing people. And even if he did recognize her, how the hell would their first encounter go? What would he say? 'Hey Faith, i'm your guardian here to help you fight the baddies of Sunnydae.' That sounded horrible. What about 'hey Faith, i'm Caleb. I know you've been through a lot, and i'm just here to help you handle that.' Nah that one was even worse. He could always just start out with a casual encounter. Aw man, does that mean i have to dance, he thought as the bartender set his Blue Lagoon Cocktail in front of him. He thought it was funny that they hadn't even carded him. Was he really that old looking? He was only 23, not that bad.

Caleb took a sip of the Blue Lagoon Cocktail. It tasted really good. The flavors of vodka, blue curacao, and lemon all mixed together really sealed the deal. As he took another sip, he glanced back at the door again. A young woman walked in with longer dark hair in waves. He reached into his chest pocket taking out the picture. Looking it over quickly, he brought his eyes back up to the girl walking in. Yep that was her alright, he hoped. If it wasn't, this girl could definitely win an award for best look alike.

He followed her with his eyes as she, with little hesitation, was on the dance floor within seconds. So much for not dancing. It wasn't that he couldn't dance. He was taught by Mina with much embarrassment, but the idea of dancing within a group of people made him cringe. Maybe he should just watch her awhile and see how she reacted to other people. Maybe it would help him get a feel for her personality before bringing attention to himself.

So Caleb watched her from the bar as she danced with one guy first, then made her way to another pushing the two girls dancing with him aside. The event made him smile. It was very interesting just watching her. She was forceful and seemed to not care about the thoughts of anyone else. Which was sort of a good thing, if you didn't count the fact that the two girls seemed extremely pissed off by this maneuver. As the two girls watched Faith dance with their man, Caleb noticed the fists of one of the girls clench with anger. This wasn't going to be pretty. A confrontation was definitely in the mix.

[Faith Lehane]

The second guy was definantly more exciting to dance with. He had the confidence to use her body by rubbing his hands over it, and not just hold her like they were at a school formal. She really hated that. It was as if they expected some kind of emotional connection out of it. Faith wasn't interested in the emotional bonds, she was just interested in enjoying herself, and partying. Why did people feel like they had to 'connect' with someone, rather than just having a good time with them? Maybe she was being a little out of her league by 'getting down' with what appeared to be another girl's man. But he hadn't complained so far, and clearly enjoyed what he was feeling up. She didn't blame him, most guys did. Hell, she didn't even have the girlfriend she had just moved away come after her. That was until now.

The girl turned Faith around from behind, looking rather angry. Her friend was right beside her too, apparently sharing the same feeling. "Oh, so you girls wanna join the party? Sorry, but I'm a little busy at the moment. Maybe you can come back later when I'm finished with him, yeah?" She smirked, before turning back to the guy and begun grinding him more intensely now, which he seemed to enjoy even more. The girls looked on, more furious than they had previously. The same girl grabbed Faith again, this time with more force. Faith turned, this time aggitated. "Hey, I said I'm busy. What don't you understand about that?!" The girls seemed to wish to ignore her comments, as they begun dragging the guy away from her, and he didn't seem to want to leave Faith so soon. Faith, now even more agitated that the girls had ruined her fun, walked after them, shoving one of them to the ground. The other girl turned, only to cop a punch to the jaw, sending her to the ground. Lots of gasps were soon heard in the nearby distance. After this mess, she didn't even want to bother anymore. She watched the girl touch her bleeding lip, half way through crying, as Faith walked off. She'd had enough drama on the dancefloor tonight.

Walking over to the bar, she rested her elbows down firmly, before asking the bartender for a drink. She flashed her 'fake' ID, which allowed her to get a bourban. Good thing about looking older, definantly does come in handy. She went into her wallet, searching for money, when she realized she really didn't have any on her. "Oh...Crap. Never a dollar when you need one." She looked up at the bartender, who was waiting for her money. What was she supposed to do now? She could easily just run away, and if needed beat up the bartender and or the security. She hated being poor, she really did.

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[Caleb Branshaw]

Caleb watched the scene play out. He probably should have stopped her then when he saw her fist go towards the other girl's face, and he was actually beating himself up for that one. One of the reasons he was here was to help Faith with her problems. He didn't know until now how serious they were. You don't fight with humans. That is one of the rules, and she completely side tracked that one not even caring about the fact that she just hurt a girl for no reason at all.

Caleb watched her as she walked over to the bar and ordered a drink flashing a card at the bartendar. Definitely had to be a fake id. Caleb had read in her file that she was 17, way to young for an alcoholic beverage, well according to the United States law. But he didn't feel that was a problem really. As long as you can handle your liquor it was alright with him. He watched as Faith went through her wallet looking for money probably. It appeared to him that she was at a loss. She didn't hand the bartender money at all, just looked at him as if she were thinking of a way to get out of this one. This was a perfect opportunity for Caleb to introduce himself. And besides, at this point, he wasn't sure what Faith was going to do to get out of not paying for that drink.

Caleb downed the rest of his drink and took the cigarette out of his mouth grinding it into the ashtray. He slid off the stool and made his way to Faith. He sat down on the stool next to her slapping a ten on the table and sliding it towards the bartender. The bartender took his money and walked away leaving the two behind. Caleb watched as the bartender left. His eyes moved from the bartender to Faith. He slid the glass the bartender put down on the table closer towards her. "I'm Caleb."

[Faith Lehane]

She was beginning to think of an escape plan. She didn't want to get into anymore trouble tonight, and especially didn't want to alert herself to anyone even more than she already had. Given she didn't mind the attention, she was trying in Sunnydale and wasn't willing to have it screw up right in her face. However it wasn't long before a man, now sitting on the stool beside her, slide a note to the bartender, and soon after, slid her drink closer towards her. She looked at him with a casual smile. He was definantly very good looking, moreso than her dance partners moments before. Well built, masculine kind of vibe to him...Faith's kind of man. But if he thought that by buying her a drink he'd be getting into her pants, or something, he was mistaken. That kind of thing happens on her terms only.

He introduced himself as Caleb, and she brushed her hand through her hair, before taking a sip of the drink, slowly downing the alcohol. After becoming satisfied with the taste, she looked back up at the man, this time with just a blank, yet curious expression plastered onto her face. "Faith." She paused for a moment, looking down at the drink, then back to the man sitting beside her finally. "Thanks for the drink, Caleb. But I could've handled it myself, you know. I've been in situations like that before." It appeared Caleb didn't have a special someone here tonight, which would make it more interesting, however at the same time, less fun, because she wouldn't be able to clock anymore bimbos tonight. Shame. She really did enjoy clocking that last one. She shouldn't of done it, sure, but was it worth it? Hell yeah! A taste of having fun and shutting the girl up, all in one. Maybe a little more shutting her up, though.

Taking another sip from her glass, she remembered that the handsome man was still beside her. He did look older than her, but that was never a problem for her. Age wasn't the problem, it was what she could get out of the situation. Guys were easily manipulated by their sex drive, making them vulrunable to Faith's needs and desires. But if she was a little picky, Caleb would be the type of guy she'd go for. The dancers were fun, but they seemed to lack the substance, which Faith did tend to enjoy. "I suppose you thought that because you brought me a drink, and introduced yourself...Which no guy has done for me tonight, that you'd be scoring some kind of Faith special? You're definantly up there in my league and all, but not tonight, pony." Harsh? Yeah, she definantly was. But truthful? If this guy wanted anything from her, it would be on her terms, and the way she wanted it.

Glancing at her drink, then looking at the man's, curiosity overcame over. It was cocktail of sorts, entirely blue in complexion, which bewildered her slightly. She had expected a beer, or a scotch...Hell, even a red wine of sorts, but a cocktail? What was with this town?! He was either gay, meaning that he was just being nice like they were and meant nothing by the introduction, or...Well, she really didn't know. It was definantly odd, something she wasn't used of seeing. "Are you always in such a colorful mood?" She questioned, glancing at the drink with a slight smirk. "Its not often a guy outfancies me in the drink-choice department," she added in, before taking another sip from her scotch. She really didn't know what else to say. She was a talker, but at the same time was looking for a little chill-out session after the drama on the dancefloor. He just didn't appear to be a chill-out type of guy. But then again, he was drinking a blue-flavoured cocktail. Looks could be decieving.

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[Caleb Branshaw]

Caleb watched as she observed him and ranted on about being able to take care of herself and him wanting only one thing from this little confrontation. He was listening of course, but his thoughts and eyes were visiting her long waves of brunette hair, her deep hazel eyes, and her 17 year old physique which looked much more mature than expected. He could tell she worked out, but still mantained that feminine beauty. She was much more attractive in person which was to be expected. Cale had always told him that vampire slayers were 'easy on the eyes' but he never thought about that until now. When he had finished observing her himself, he had realized she had been done speaking for who knows how long. Apparently he wasn't listening enough. He cleared his throat. "Handle it yourself? Hmm, just like you handled that girl who was doing nothing to you on the danclefloor? Yes, that is definitely the way to go." He said with much sarcasm. "And trust me, i'm not in your league at all. And can't a guy do something nice for someone who obviously has no money?" That was an insult, and what he had said so far was out of line. But just the thought of her going out and kicking a bartender's ass for a drink was pissing him off. That isn't what a slayer was for. In fact, he had learned that all a slayer was supposed to do was train, much like him. Barely any human contact was to be expected. But even with his undying hate for people, even he knew this was impossible. The thought of wanting to be free just for one night of training and working was very much needed. But not to the extent of hurting people.

Caleb took a sip of his Blue Lagoon. He couldn't blame Faith for her actions though. She had a traumatizing life this far, and he had to remember that he wasn't here to judge but to help her become a better more stable person. He set his glass down and looked at her. He decided to tackle her other comment closer to the end of her talking to lighten the mood a bit. He chuckled. "Not normally. I'm not a huge drinker, and when i do drink i like to drink something that tastes good." He downed the rest of his drink and set it on the table in front of him. Mina loved Blue Lagoons, and if she were there that is definitely what she would be drinking.

Caleb reached into his jacket pocket to retrieve his box of cigarettes, but instead of pulling out just the cigarettes the picture of Faith fell onto the table by accident.

[Faith Lehane]

The man didn't seem all that interested in her comments, which really didn't surprise her. Men wanted one thing, whether they acted nice or not, they all wanted just the same thing in the end. Sex. They weren't big on the talking, just the 'doing.' But what agitated her, was that he had gone to the effort to buy her a drink and introduce himself, then he just decided to zone out when their conversation just begun? Did he think thats all it took to get in her pants, or something? Jeez!

She looked down at her glass in slight shame when he mentioned whacking the girl. "Hey, she had it coming. If you saw that, then you must of seen how she tried starting something with me. It was self-defence." It was a funny way of looking at self-defence, but it was that very attitude which had kept her alive and strong over the years. She wasn't going to let anyone take advantage of her or try bringing her down. She didn't care about what people expect. If they get in her face, she will knock them out, simple as that. She had learned things the hard way, maybe they deserved to learn things that way, also.

The money comment hit her hard. She knew she had no money, but she had pride, and could become quite stubborn from time to time. She didn't want to admit she was poor, despite her current living arrangements and conditions. In her mind, she would get through it, or find a way to better herself. But she was far from poor. She just happened to overestimate the contents within her wallet, that was all. And this guy was going to use that as an excuse for making himself look all big and hero-ish? "I told you, I would've been able to handle it. I appreciated the shout, but again, don't think that gives you any special privileges or domething, because it doesn't." Guys had shouted Faith drinks many times, but she didn't think anything of it. It didn't make them noble or respectable, it was just their so called ticket to 'bone her,' or get to know her physically.

She glanced at his drink, then back at him as he spoke. "So you're not one of those 'buff' man who has to drink beer to be part of the boys?" She chuckled lightly, before going on. "I respect that, the whole doing your own thing, and all. After all, im a scotch girl." She smiled gently, before taking a longer sip of her drink, noticing it was near finishing. Shouting one drink for her meant nothing. But shouting the whole night, now that was a completely different story. However that story took a shift rather quickly when he reached into his pocket, only for a piece of paper, which looked like a photograph had dropped onto the table, obviously not at his doing. She didn't think much of it, gathering it was hils girlfriend, child, or judging by his drink, maybe even his mother. But when she took a clearer glance, she noticed that the hair was rather identical to that of hers. She grabbed the photograph, looking at it in confusion and shock when she realized that it was, actually, her.

Glancing back up at Caleb, Faith was beginning to feel rather threatened, and was becoming rather hostile. "Why do you have a photo of me in your pocket?!" She asked with great agitation, yet still confusion as she looked on at him for an answer. Then it hit her, and she chuckled softly. "Oh, I get it. Wesley sent you looking for me, didn't he? He thought I would've changed my mind having a handsome young man, who buys me drinks tries to recruit me, this time? Because that really works..." She was really furious with that annoying British man right now, and actually wanted to pay him a visit. With her fists. She couldn't believe he had sent Caleb after her. What was he thinking?!

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[Caleb Branshaw]

Caleb hadn't realized the photo slipped out of his pocket until it was to late. Before he could snatch it back up, Faith had already grabbed it and was looking at it. Just wondeful. Now she's going to think i'm a creep. But instead of thinking that, she went right to the idea of her watcher trying to recruit her by sending him to her. That was better than being a creep i guess. Or was it? Caleb didn't believe she thought so.

"Wesley must be your watcher? Yeah he actually has nothing to do with me. I've never met the guy in my life. I'm just here to help you, Faith. That's all. I hate to say it, but this job is yours whether you like it or not. And you can't do this alone."

Caleb waited for her response. He knew this was going to be hard, and it wasn't working out at all the way he expected it. He knew she was rogue, but he at least thought she was coming around to her slayer responsibilities. It seemed like her watcher was doing a poor job of helping her become aquainted with them. She seemed to be avoiding her watcher. He hoped this confrontation wouldn't lead to the same avoidance.

"Faith, i know what you are going through, okay. I know what it is like to have a responsibility and not want any part of it. But sooner or later you have to embrace that responsibility. It's your destiny. Who else is going to do it?"

He reached across Faith to the other side of her to pick up a napkin. He set it infront of him and pulled out a pen and began writing on the napkin. As he wrote, he continued talking to her. "I know you probably don't want anything to do with me right now, and that is fine, but i want you to take this. I'll be around, but this is where i live. Just moved in down the street in that new apartment complex." He put the cap back on the pen and dropped it into his pocket sliding the napkin over towards Faith. "If you need anything, i'll be there. There's something coming, Faith. It's gonna be big, and it's gonna swallow this city whole. It's up to you to stop it. And i'll be right there with you."

[Faith Lehane]

When Caleb stated his assumption of Wesley being her watcher, she was rather bewildered. Not because he knew of Wesley, because she had assumed he had been working for him, but because the way he spoke indicated that he wasn't doing a favor for Wesley. She was bewildered, because that meant that he was an outsider, who apparently knew more about her than he let on, more than what she expected, at least. This was rather...Strange? How did this man know so much about her, if he wasn't connected with Wesley? This would also confirm that he had no connection with the Watcher's Council, as he would've then been involved with Wesley, if so. Who was this man? And what did he want?

This was partially answered without her having to even question soon after. But she still didn't buy his story of wanting to 'help' her. They all wanted to help...It was just too suspicious. First a British watcher in Wesley harassing her, and now an attractive young, yet mysterious and edgy looking man telling her that she had responsibility and a destiny. Yeah...This speech was just a little late, it seemed. She had already got this lecture. Twice. Once from her original watcher, and then from Wesley. Boy, she really didn't like either of the occasions, and this third time was just making it even worse. Were these constant 'destiny and responsibility' lectures even going to run their course, or stop? Was she that bad of a girl, and or slayer, that she was required to be bombarded by fairy godmother's at every corner?

"Yeah, they all wanna help..." She stated abruptly, taking a sip of her drink, before directing another glance towards Caleb. "Though your definition of help is different to what I'm used to. I've been been shouted a scotch to 'help me' before. Thanks, for that. But I think we should just leave the whole 'helping' thing at that, yeah?" She wasn't one to accept help,. because she worked alone and she liked it that way. It was how she got things done, and it had worked well enough. She might not be trying on prada dresses and pracing around Miami, but she was still surviving. Thats all she needed to do, and know, to realize she was fine. She didn't need some attractive young man who shouted her a drink to tell her whether she needed help or not. She could handle whatever was thrown at her. Maybe he didn't understand slayers that well. Or maybe he just didn't know as much about her as he thought he did. After all, Wesley's file on her helped him so much.

He soon got out a pan and had begun writing an address on the napkin which was neatly placed on the table beforehand. She looked on curiously, though still showing reluctance, as she took another sip from her glass. When he finished and mentioned that there was something coming, she looked on curiously. "Something coming? Yeah, that whole 'I'm not an evil stalker' coverup really isn't working when you apparently know when an apocalypse is around the corner." She definantly wasn't ready to put her trust into this man. She knew nothing about him, yet he knew a lot about her and who she was. She didn't like him having all of the power and cards. She needed to know more about him, before she even considered taking him up on any of his words. "And what makes you think I can trust you? You seem to know a hell of a lot about me, and quite frankly, don't like it. This really isn't getting anywhere." She stood up, looking down at the napkin with the address on it, then back to him. "You know, all these people coming to me is becoming really irritating, and I'm ending it here. I came here to enjoy myself, not listen to another one of these 'talks' all night." She picked up her glass, taking one last sip, before placing it on the table in front of him. "Oh, glass is empty by the way. Guess we've got nothing more to say to eachother. Enjoy that drink by the way," she stated, before walking off and again back to the dancefloor, trying to brush off their prior conversation and enjoy herself again. It really was hard.

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[Caleb Branshaw]

Her lack of understanding was extremely frustrating so much so that he was becoming quite angry. He had come a long way to finally meet her and she was rejecting him all together. He spent his whole life training for this for what? Her to throw it in his face that she didn't 'need' him? No, that wasn't happening. "You know what's really irritating? The fact that you don't even know me, and you're already pushing me away." He reached into his pocket again taking out the pack of cigarettes. This time nothing fell out. He lit one with his black and orange flamed lighter and shoved them back into his pocket. "You think i wanna be here? Because i don't. I spend my whole life preparing for this. Not because i wanted to, but because i was forced too." He brought the charcoal looking cigarette to his lips taking a long drag letting the nicotine and other contents enter his lungs. After a few moments he let it out slowly. "People like us can't have a future because ours are already in place. So what do you do? You fight for that destiny because that is all you have. Come on, Faith. What do you really have right now? Here in Sunnydale? No job. Barely any money. You're not even in school. Your family is gone. Your watcher is gone. Kakistos ruined you. And what are you doing about it?" Caleb wrapped his fingers around his glass and took a sip of the blue liquid. "Not a damn thing." He knew he was being harsh, but if this was the way to get to her, then so be it. Her feelings meant nothing to him right now. Angelus and the others could attack within moments and Faith wouldn't be prepared for it at all. She may have thought she was ready for anything, but Caleb knew Angelus. Knew what he was capable of. Faith would be dead if she didn't get her life together. And that was something he couldn't let happen.

"If anything, i would do this for you. Not for Wesley or for me or for the world, but for you. This is your opportunity to fight back...against everything that was dealt to you. And you don't even want anything to do with it." Caleb sighed leaning his back against the bar counter. "It's a shame really. To be at your lowest and not even have the courage to push yourself a little further. Is that what you really want? Because it doesn't have to be like that. It's all waiting for you. A watcher, a guardian, a life better than this. All you have to do is take control."

"Look, I'm not gonna sit here and lecture you, because it's a waste of my time. But i hope you understand that what is coming, is nothing you've faced before. You think you can handle it, but you can't. Not alone." He glanced down at the napkin with his address on it which he just a few moments ago wrote and slid over to where Faith once was sitting. "When your ready to accept what's coming," Caleb began as he stood up from the stool, "...you know where i'll be." He grabbed his glass, with the hand not holding the cigarette, and chuggled the rest of it. Setting the glass down, he looked back at Faith and nodded at her which was his way of saying goodbye.

Caleb walked away from Faith and the bar. He wasn't to happy about the way he handled her tonight, but what was he supposed to do? His first attempt wasn't going anywhere. Caleb reached the exit door and pushed it open allowing a gust of fresh air to hit his warm face. Even though he had only had two drinks tonight, his face was already warm from the alcohol. He hoped that she would take the napkin he left for her, but he knew it was no guarantee. Faith was definitely going to be a tough shell to crack.

[Faith Lehane]

Okay, now this man was starting to get serious, it seemed. The tone in his voice had heightened slightly, and his mannerisms indicated that he was becoming agitated, obbviously at her. It wasn't her problem if he couldn't accept who she was and what she enjoyed in life, and it definantly wasn't her problem if she didn't want his help. Some people, yeah, they might enjoy the help. But she couldn't trust him for starters, and in her mind, she was a vampire slayer, therefore making her strong enough on her own. She had survived with her father going to prison when she was only a child, her mother being an alcoholic and eventually death, the spooky dreams, being alone, having no money and even the eventual appearence and climatic battle with The Father himself. This proved she was strong.

But for him to say that he was annoyed with her? He was the one who knew all the things about her past she wanted no one to know, because they didn't deserve to know of the life she had, no one did. And for him to try and use this against her, that was lower than she had expected, even from him. She felt her fist clench, but restrained herself. Hadn't she already attacked enough people tonight? Even though his words hit hard, she wasn't completely ignoring them, though her mannerisms would be seen otherwise. They hit Faith...Hard. She knew it was all true, he spoke so much sense, but she didn't want to hear it. She hated being told what she should do, and that what she was doing was wrong. It wasn't wrong! She was surviving!

Just the thoughts of Kaikistos flooded into her mind, and she knew she had to get away from there. He was the one person who really made her feel scared and someone she never wanted to see again. And Caleb was talking about bad things, which could possibly be worse than him? There was nothing worse than The Father, to her anyway. He didn't know nothing! He didn't know the pain she went through, trying to put herself to sleep, worried that The Father was coming through. He could say what he knew about her, but he really did know nothing. He knew nothing about the emotions that she went through.

After he left, and she moved onto the dancefloor, she realized the dancing wasn't helping her cool off, or lightening her mood. Walking off in defeat, she made her way home to her apartment room. She stared blankly outside it, realizing just how pathetic her life was at the moment. After entering inside, she went into the bathroom, wiping down her face and staring at herself in the mirror. Within moments she screamed, punching a whole in the mirror continuously, then beginning to cry, falling against the wall, not even recognizing the blood or pain in her knuckles from the blows to the glass. He was so right, so right...She didn't want him to be!

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