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After that lovely little throat grabbing display in the living room I realized that Angel was no longer in the hizzouse. Angelus. Damn it, I knew I should have just kept that vision to myself. I got in the car and just peeled the hell out of the driveway and grabbed my cell phone out of my purse, dialing a familiar number, wanting help. NOW. I pull off the side of the road once I'm a safe distance from that house and I hit send, trying to catch my breath and not break down sobbing.
The phone started ringing. And ringing. And ringing.
"God damn it Wes, come on answer!" I yell angrily at the phone and slam my hands on the steering wheel. Angel's gone. I slouch forward and put my forehead to the steering wheel, listening to the phone ring.
[Open to Wes and Faith later on]
The phone started ringing. And ringing. And ringing.
"God damn it Wes, come on answer!" I yell angrily at the phone and slam my hands on the steering wheel. Angel's gone. I slouch forward and put my forehead to the steering wheel, listening to the phone ring.
[Open to Wes and Faith later on]