After Willow’s little comment in the kitchen nearly brought me to tears I discarded the plan of making pancakes, trashed everything and put cereal, bowls and milk on the table before heading up stairs to shower and get dressed. I have to admit I was more then a little hurt at her comment. Overcook the pancakes? I’ve been cooking and making them since I was seven with my mother. Nobody had ever said anything like that to me, maybe except my father. I didn’t expect it from anyone else, especially not Willow.
What else wasn’t she telling me? What else did I do that she didn’t like? Did she always want to snap at me like that?
It’s amazing how insecure a few words could make someone. Just thinking about that made my stomach ache and my heart hurt.
I nervously chewed my lip and headed into the bedroom that Willow and I shared and stood in front of the dresser to pull out some clothes. After a few moments I settled on a pair of jeans and a navy blue long sleeved T-shirt.
I headed into the shower and got the water hot, which in this house was a surprise, usually Dawnie used up all the hot water and the rest of us were forced to take tepid showers. I quickly got in and enjoyed the rare treat while trying to rid the ache in my gut by her harsh words.
I blinked a few times before washing my face, willing myself not to cry or continue to be upset as I was. Taking a deep breath I washed my face and hair before doing anything else I needed.
I heard a commotion downstairs when I was coming out of the bathroom and I quickly put on my clothes and hurry out into the hall. “Willow? What’s going on?” Before she can answer Dawnie runs past me – not seeing me – down the stairs and then back up into Buffy’s room.
I slowly walk into Buffy’s room, confusion written clearly on my face. “Dawn? W-what’s going on.” I look at the woman on the bed with slight alarm. “Who are you? Why are you up in…” I look at the woman more closely, not paying attention to her physical presence but her essence. “Buffy?” I turn my head towards the door. “Willow? Sweetie…you might w-want to come up here…” I turned back to look into the room. “We’ve got a p-roblem…”
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