A/N:     READER BEWARE:  There is an attempted rape scene in this chapter.

 

 

 

Chapter Eleven

 

 

‘I’m just going to sit him down and say Angel, I really, really like you, and I know that you really, really like me,’ she smirked there was no doubt about that, ‘and I think we should start looking at our relationship in a different way.’

 

She shook her head, “No that’s stupid Buffy!  He’s going to look at you like a kid!”

 

She checked her watch, “Dammit I’m going to be late all because of that little troll Snyder!” She picked up her pace heading toward the mansion, she was still in her school uniform, but she had no time to go home and change. Smiling to herself she figured Angel wouldn’t mind.

 

“You make a habit of talking to yourself?” a snide voice said from behind her.

 

Buffy stopped walking and braced herself, turning around to face the owner of the voice. “What do you want Parker, I’m in a rush.”

 

Leering at her he stepped up closer, his hand automatically touching her arm and caressing it slowly. “You know what I want Buffy.”

 

She slapped his hand away and took a step back, “Parker I don’t have time to deal with you! I’ve told you before and I’m telling you again, LEAVE ME ALONE!  I don’t want anything to do with you!  EVER!”

 

She spun around but was stopped by his brutal grip on her shoulder.  He spun her back around as his face twisted in an evil smile.  He leered down at her as his other hand came up and gripped her other shoulder, making her flinch.

 

“Gee Buffy I always thought you were smart.  But apparently you’re not!  See I was planning on wooing you until you crawled to me on your hands and knees and begged me to fuck you.  But now…” he gripped her arms and hauled her up against him, “Now I’m not going to play nice anymore!  You’re time is up beauty!”

 

His grip tightened and he pulled her along as he headed down an alley. 

 

Buffy struggled desperately trying to get away, she wasn’t that far from the mansion and she was pretty sure that she could outrun him if she could only get away.

 

“PARKER YOU BASTARD!  LET ME GO!”  She was frightened more then she ever had been but there was no way in hell she was going to let him know that.

 

Dragging her down the end of the alley he threw her up against the wall, trapping her with his body, “Shut up Buffy!  You know you want it!  I know you’re no virgin…you’re nothing but a whore that likes to spread her legs for older men!”

 

“FUCK YOU!” She spat at him and was rewarded with hard slap across the face.

 

Taking both her hands in one hand he held them above her head as his other hand grabbed her blouse and ripped it down the center revealing her black bra.  Parker’s mouth literally drooled and Buffy watched with revulsion as his tongue came out and licked away the spit that had settled in the corner of his mouth.

 

He pushed his head into her chest breathing in her scent of vanilla, “That’s what you like isn’t? That’s what turns you on?  Being with older men, it reminds you of your daddy don’t it, you kinky bitch! Well I can be your daddy; I’ll be anything you want if that’s what makes you wet.”

 

His one hand slapped her thigh and then roughly skimmed up and to her panties; he tore them off and then pinched her clit viciously!

 

“YOU FUCKING PIG!”

 

Fear consumed her and tears formed in her eyes as she screamed with all her might for someone to help her. “HELP!  PLEASE SOMEONE HELP ME!”

 

His hand shot up and slapped her again; her head twisted to the side her cheek hitting the brick wall. “SHUT UP BITCH!” 

 

He reached down and unzipped his jeans and pulled out his semi-hard cock. 

 

There was a sudden crash in the shadow of the alley and a cat ran out. 

 

As Parker’s head turned towards the sound, Buffy took the opportunity.  With everything in her soul she kneed him in the balls. 

 

Immediately he released her as his hands covered his crotch and he bent over in pain, falling to the ground, “FUCKING BITCH!”

 

Buffy smirked at him, her face wet with tears, her eyes red and swollen, she kicked him gleefully in the stomach.

 

“YOU ASSHOLE!” 

 

She turned around and fled holding her blouse together as she ran to the only place she could think off…the mansion.

 

***

 

Standing on the porch she tried to compose herself.  She had cried the whole way here but when she finally got here she had the good sense to know that she had to get it together.  There was no way she could walk into this house looking the way she did.  She couldn’t let Kathy see her like this, how could she explain that a sick bastard almost raped her?

 

And Angel, there was no way he could ever find out about this. If yesterday was any indication of how deep his jealously ran, there was no knowing what the hell he would do if he found out.

 

She took out her brush and brushed her hair. Next came the mirror.  Her breath sucked in and her eyes bulged in shock when she saw the red handprint on her cheek.  Frantically she took out her make up bag and applied cover up over the mark.  Next she looked down at her blouse it was ripped to shreds.  She quickly took it off and stuffed it in her bag.  She buttoned up her jacket then smoothed her skirt.  She still had no panties on but she couldn’t do anything about that.

 

Putting everything away she closed her eyes and took a deep breath, “okay Buffy, calm and collected, nothing out of the ordinary happened, it’s just another day.’

 

She put her hand on the knob and turned it.

 

She breathed a sigh of relief as she realized the hallway was empty.  She quietly closed the door and walked over to the table to put her bag down.  Taking another look in the mirror, she rubbed the cover up a little more to blend it in, but she pressed too hard and felt a sudden sharp pain. “Ouch!”

 

“Buffy?”

 

‘Oh shit!’

 

Angel came out of the library and approached her.  He had been waiting for her to come so he could go back to work and as the clock ticked past three o’clock he had become increasingly agitated, every bone in his body telling him, no screaming at him, that she was in danger and something was wrong.

 

He walked up behind her and looked at her reflection in the mirror.  “What’s wrong?”

 

She averted her eyes unable to look at him. She felt dirty and tainted and she couldn’t stand to look into the depths of his concerned gaze.

 

She tried to laugh but it came out cracked, “Wrong? Nothing’s wr…ong, don’t be silly.”  She turned away from him and went to walk up the stairs, desperate to get away from him, desperate to clean her body of the scum that had touched her.

 

Angel frowned and reached out, gently catching her by the upper arm. 

 

Buffy flinched as pain radiated up her arm. She quickly scooted away from him, as his scowl darkened.

 

“Buffy what happened?” His voice was cold and hard, and demanded an answer.

 

“Nothing happened Angel; I’m just a little tired.”  She yawned continuing with her charade. But it didn’t matter. His eyes seemed to see every detail as his gaze scanned down her frame. He noticed her jacket was buttoned up to her neck and there was no blouse underneath it as he could see tan skin just below the last button that sat atop her navel.

 

He took a step closer his eyes hard as steel.

 

But she took another step back and started to climb the stairs. “Umm…I know you have to go back to work, but ummm…do you think you could give me an hour?”

 

She smiled but it did not reach her eyes, no her eyes held a hint of fear in them and he took another step, dread coursing through his body. “Buffy…” he spoke softly trying to keep the hostility out of his voice, “baby, come on talk to me, I know something’s wrong, just tell me what it is?”

 

She laughed a crackled sound that echoed off the walls, “Really Angel, you’re such a wo…worry wart, nothing’s wrong. I’m just tired and I’d like to lay down for a little bit before you leave. Okay?”  She didn’t wait for his answer as she turned around and bolted up the stairs.

 

Angel took two more steps his hand on the railing his body leaning forward to follow her.

 

“Don’t worry I’ll be okay, I just need to sleep for a little bit.” She called out then slammed her door shut.

 

Angel cursed under his breath and did not hesitate or think twice. He ran up the stairs at full speed and crashed right into Kathy. She fell on the floor, “Ouch daddy.”

 

“Oh God baby I’m sorry.”  He leaned down and picked her up.

 

“Was that Buffy?”

 

“Yes it was but she’s very tired sweetie, and I need you to go to your room and play for a little bit by yourself, okay? Can you do that for Daddy?”  He herded her toward her room and opened her door.

 

Kathy stepped inside, rubbing her sore derrière and she looked up at him, confusion on her face, “I guess so Daddy.”

 

Angel smiled at her, “Good girl. I’ll come and get you a in a little while okay, just stay in here till I come and get you.”

 

“Okay.”

 

He shut the door and ran down the hall, turning the corner to their wing.  He reached her door and put his hand on the knob, he turned it…it was locked.

 

He growled angrily and leaned his ear against the door. ‘Is that the shower?’

 

He growled again then stepped away pacing in front of her door furiously. ‘Something happened I know it.  She’s not right I can feel it…something’s wrong! Why won’t she tell me! Buffy never wears her jacket buttoned! And where was her shirt?’

 

Fifteen minutes of Angel pacing in the hallway he finally heard the water turn off and the bathroom door open. He approached her door again. He was about to knock on it when he heard her talking.

 

“Will, I need you to come over to the mansion and help me with Kathy today.”

 

“What? No I’m okay, I just really need you here to help me.”

 

“No…I’ll explain when you get here, please just hurry.”

 

He heard the click of the phone as she hung it back up. He stood back away from the door, his eyes burning holes into it.  He lifted his hand and knocked. “Buffy…open the door.”

 

Buffy jumped and turned frightened eyes to the door.  She walked over to it and leaned against it, her palms coming up and resting on the wood. She was starting to lose it and she couldn’t lose it, not in front of him. ”Please Angel just leave me alone for a little bit.”

 

He jerked on the knob, not accepting her answer. His voice rose and it was hard as steel. “BUFFY! OPEN THIS DOOR NOW!”

 

She backed away clutching her robe, tears formed in her eyes and slid down her cheeks, she couldn’t let him see her like this, she just couldn’t!

 

With all his strength he threw his body against the door shoulder first, and the lock broke free, the door swung open and he stormed into the room, his eyes immediately landing on her shaking form.

 

He rushed over to her and noticed right away the red marks on her clean washed cheek, undoubtedly a result of someone’s hand. 

 

Snarling he took her tear-streaked face into his, cradling it gently turning her head from side to side looking at the extent of the mark on her right cheek and the red scrape on her left. His voice was laden with concern and rage, it was low and deadly, and it scared her. “Baby what happened?  Are you alright?

 

He stepped back his eyes quickly roaming down her body looking for anything else but she was holding onto her robe with a death grip and he couldn’t see anything.  He snarled, and looked back up into her eyes. “Buffy, talk to me!

 

She didn’t speak she just shook her head still clutching her robe.

 

Angel had had enough; he wasn’t thinking that he might scare her; his only thought was to find out what happened.  His hand tore hers away and in one stroke he tore the robe away from her. 

 

Buffy shrieked and jumped back.  Her hands flailing about trying to cover her nudity trying to cover the angry red hand print that was on her leg and arms but she couldn’t, and Angel snarled like a mad dog as he dropped to his knees in front of her and gently touched the mark on her right thigh.

 

“Who did this?’ he asked as he continued to inspect it, his eyes and hands moving over to her other leg inspecting it for bruises.

 

Buffy was crying hysterically and she didn’t answer him‘ she couldn’t form any words. His actions reminded her of Parker,  his breath on her skin, his rough hands on her body, his cruel harsh words in her ear. And she freaked out.

 

“No please…stop…please stop!” She screamed wildly as she tried to back away from him, trying to push him off of her.

 

Angel stood up his anger displaced with nervous anxiety for his lover. He wrapped his arms around her naked body, bringing her flush against him, tucking her head under his chin, he tried to soothe her, tried to make her see who was holding her. “Shhh baby it’s me, it’s Angel, shhhh…it’s okay, no one’s going to hurt you.”

 

She smelled his scent, the clean musky smell that was pure Angel, her Angel; she ceased her struggles her eyes lifted to his.

 

“Angel…my Angel?” She whispered hopefully.

 

He smiled, “Yes that’s right baby your Angel.” His hands smoothed down her hair and down her back, trying to comfort her.

 

He picked her up and cradled her in his arms as he walked to the bed. He laid her down gently and pulled the covers up and over her. His heart was beating frantically as he sat down beside her, his hands stroking her face carefully so not to cause her anymore pain.  “I’ll be right back.”

 

He got up and walked into the bathroom retrieving a cold washcloth he headed back to the bed, the whole time Buffy’s eyes followed him, unwilling to let him out of her sight even for a minute. 

 

The bed dipped as he sat back down and placed the cold compress on her right check, his eyes hard and cold inspected her face.  He started to mumble under his breath, words that Buffy could not make out; she wasn’t even sure they were English.

 

She hadn’t wanted to react this way; she didn’t want him to know that it was her slutty reputation that put her in her current predicament. What would he say, what would he think of her?  But the concern and love in his eyes and in his body language, the way he had spoken to her, had broken down the wall she had temporarily put up and she freaked out as the full extent of the day’s events came back at her like a runaway freight train and she was unable to keep from breaking down.

 

But now nestled in her warm bed, her lover tenderly stroking her and keeping her safe, she calmed.  Her breath returned to its normal pattern, her mind cleared away the hysterics and she could think clearly again. 

 

Yes she hurt here and there, yes it was a traumatic experience, the worst she ever experienced. It was even more frightening than the death of her parents and brothers, but she was okay. Nothing had really happened he didn’t get anything from her.  And although she felt Angel’s worry and concern, she mostly felt his deadly aggression and that scared her even more.

 

She lifted her hand to his face, caressing his cheek and tried to reassure him, “Angel. I’m okay; really it’s all right. I just freaked out that’s all.”

He shook his head, “No Buffy, this is not okay, you are not okay.  Something happened, someone…touched, “he snarled, “you…someone hurt you and I want to know who.” 

 

His eyes stared into hers and she shuddered with apprehension, this was what she did not want. She cleared her throat and spoke strong and sure, “Angel, I’m fine. Nothing happened…that I couldn’t stop.”

 

He shook his head no as his hands roamed down her body looking for more marks. “Did…” his voice hitched as he tried to get the words out, what he had to know, “did…he…”

 

“NO.”  She forced his eyes to hers, her eyes now clear and determined, trying to get him to calm down and listen to her, “No Angel nothing happened I swear it never got that far.”

 

He was about to speak, about to ask her who it was that did this when the doorbell rang.

 

“That’s Willow.” Buffy said.

 

Angel wasn’t listening, his eyes still darting all around her, still searching.

 

“ANGEL!” Buffy snapped and his eyes swung to hers.

 

“That’s Willow I called her to come over, okay?  Go let her in.” Her voice was calm and steady and it broke through his haze.

 

He stood up, turned and walked toward the door in a trance like state.  He stopped in the doorway and fixed her with a stern look, “Don’t move.”

 

She smiled at him and nodded her affirmation and he turned, closed the door and headed downstairs.

 

Buffy turned and picked up the phone, she dialed the number she knew from heart. Panic filled her heart and soul as to what Angel would do, she had to stop this. She couldn’t let him do something stupid, something that he would regret later.

 

“Hello.”

 

“Spike?” She croaked.

 

***

 

Twenty minutes later he was pacing once again outside Buffy’s door.  He had let Willow in then ushered her upstairs.  When Buffy told him that he could leave and go back to work, he had just stood there with his arms crossed across his chest unyielding in his decision to stay right where he was and find out who did this to his baby.

 

She had surprised him though, when she jumped up out of bed, totally oblivious to her nakedness, and pushed him out of the room. She had stood in the doorway blocking his reentry like some Celtic warrior woman. “Angel, stop it okay.  I’m perfectly fine I just need to rest a little, that’s why I called Willow, so she can watch Kathy while I rest.” 

 

Then she stepped closer and pressed her body against his her hand cupped his cheek, “Angel I’m grateful for your concern really I am, but its okay. I’m okay.”

 

Then her eyes turned commanding, “I do not want you running around town looking for someone and causing trouble. You have to remember Kathy; she needs her daddy here with her, not rotting away in some jail because of an asshole.  Do you understand me?”

 

‘She’s out of her mind if she thinks I’m just going to let this go.”

 

“Yes.” He said gratingly.

 

She smiled and kissed him on the lips, “Good.  Now you go back to work; everything is fine.”  She smiled one more time then closed the door. 

 

He heard the scrape of a chair as she put it up against the door.  He harrumphed ‘like that would stop me if I wanted to come in.’ 

 

Instead of leaving he pressed his ear up against the door listening intently for any information.

 

“GO AWAY ANGEL!” Buffy screamed out.

 

‘Dammit how does she do that?’

 

He moved away from the door and sat down in the chair in the hallway.

 

About a half hour later Willow opened the door and came out. She closed it quietly and jumped when Angel suddenly appeared right in front of her. “Is she okay? Who did this Willow?  Did she tell you?”

 

Willow was fuming, she was so mad at Parker and she was mad that Buffy wasn’t going to do anything about it.  Buffy had explained that she didn’t want to upset anyone and she definitely did not want Angel to know because she feared what he would do. Willow on the other hand thought that Parker had something coming to him and she didn’t think twice about telling Angel.

 

“She’s okay, she’s sleeping. It was that little asshole Parker.” She whispered.

 

“Parker.” Angel growled the boys face flashed before him, the day at the carnival, that little punk that had flirted with her. Angel turned and headed toward the stairs, his mission set in his mind.

 

“Ah Angel where’s Kathy’s room?” Willow asked looking around completely lost in her surroundings as she quickly tried to keep pace with Angel’s long angry strides.

 

He didn’t say anything, just pointed to the door when he passed it, and continued down the stairs and to the library where he slammed the door shut.

 

“Okay…ah thanks.” Willow second-guessed her decision then shrugged it off, Parker was a low-life and he deserved whatever Angel threw at him.

 

***

 

If Willow had really known Angel, she would have realized that she erred in telling him.  Because ten minutes later Spike opened the door to the mansion and walked inside. Following his instincts he headed toward the front library, Angel’s favorite brooding room, and opened the door.

 

The room was dark; the curtains were drawn around the windows keeping the sunlight out.  There was a desk lamp on illuminating the room in an eerie glow.

 

Angel sat at his desk, swords and knives scattered all around.  He held a thirteen-inch bowie knife in one hand while the other hand sharpened it.

 

‘Ah shit.’

 

He walked in and closed the door taking his jacket off he threw it on the couch, sat down and lit a cigarette.  Eyeballing Angel he took a drag, “Angelus, what are you doing?” he asked quietly.

 

And Angel responded in kind, quiet and lethal, “Going hunting.” 

 

Since he came down here he thought of nothing but killing Parker.  He thought of nothing but sticking his knife in his gut and twisting it, he thought of nothing but cutting off his little dick and hanging it on his wall like a prize.

 

‘Shit he’s lost it.’

 

“That’s not a good idea Angelus.”

 

“Why not?” The question was calm, too calm to Spike’s ears.

 

“Because then I’d have to explain to Kathy why her daddy was in jail, and I’d have to bail you out. Do you know the cost of bail these days? You know I don’t keep that kind of cash lying about.” 

 

Angel didn’t say anything, Spike sighed and stood up walking over to the desk he laid his palms on it and leaned forward. “Angel, I want to kill the little bastard as much as you do, but this is not the way.”

 

Angel’s eyes snapped up to his, “That little fuck hurt her!  He tried to rape her!” he turned away once again sharpening his knife, “now he has to pay.  He has to learn he can’t touch what’s mine.”

 

Spike’s eyebrow rose at Angel’s use of the word ‘mine’, so things had progressed that far already.  He wasn’t surprised really Buffy was such an easy person to love and when she set her mind to it there was nothing she couldn’t have, and ultimately nothing Angel could have done about it.

 

“Angel I know how you feel. She’s like my sister, more than Darla ever was, but it still doesn’t make it right.”

 

Angel suddenly stood up. Taking his knife strap off the table he tied it on his leg. When it was secured he jammed the long deadly bowie inside and put on his jacket.  He leaned over and took the cigarette that was hanging out of Spike’s mouth.  He closed his eyes and took a long drag. 

 

“I’m going to find that little punk and I’m going to teach him a lesson. You’re welcome to join me but don’t try to stop me.”  He turned and walked away briskly.

 

“Angelus! You don’t even know where he is!” Spike called out. “Fuck!”

 

Spike hurried to catch up with him. No he couldn’t stop him from going because he’d probably get his ass kicked, but he could go with him and stop him from killing the kid, because he couldn’t let him go to jail, the fate of the family depended on it.

 

***

 

They drove around Sunnydale for the next hour looking for Parker. 

 

“Come on mate let’s call it quits, we’ll never find him.  Besides Buffy said she kicked him good and hard in the balls, he’s probably home crying like a baby.”

 

Angel grunted. His head swung to the right, “Stop the car.” He demanded.

 

Spike swore softly, he was happy they hadn’t found him and was hoping to turn the car around and go home, but it looked like Parker’s time was up.

 

As Spike stopped the car Angel jumped out and stormed over to some dark haired kid that was hanging out in front of the The Bronze talking to some girl.

 

“Shit! Angelus wait up!”  Spike slammed the car into park and not bothering to turn it off, jumped out and rushed after him.

 

“PARKER!” Angel snarled just as he reached him.

 

Parker turned around to the sound of his name, a smile on his face that quickly disappeared as soon as he saw the angry lummox that was coming right at him.  He recognized him immediately; he was the guy from the carnival that was with Buffy.  He swallowed, fear filling him but he couldn’t run.  His body was still, his legs wouldn’t work; there was no escaping his inevitable doom.

 

Angel grabbed him by the throat and picked him clear up off the ground. Parker’s hands immediately went on top of his, clawing at them, trying to get him to release him.

 

“So you like to rape girls!”  Angel sneered at him.

 

The girl Parker had been talking too sucked in her breath, her hand covered her mouth and she stared at Angel with big frightened eyes. 

 

Angel turned to her, “If you don’t wish to get raped by this puny excuse for a man you should leave.”

 

She didn’t say anything she just turned and ran.

 

“Angelus.” Spike said.

 

But Angel ignored him, his full attention on the punk that he held in his grasp.  He shook him roughly, Parker’s feet dangled haplessly in the air and his face was slowly starting to turn blue.

 

“You think you can do what you did and get away with it? What kind of man are you that you have to force yourself on women in order to get a piece.” He spat on him then threw him into the wall.  He stomped over to him and picked him up by his hair.

 

His other hand shot out and grabbed Parker’s dick squeezing it hard. Tears formed in Parker’s eyes and he let out a scream of pain.

 

 “What’s a matter boy?  Is it too small to pick up a girl the regular way?” Angel snarled at him then threw him across the alley where he slammed into the other wall.

 

He landed with a thud clutching his crotch, coughing and spitting up blood. When he saw Angel coming for him again, the tears feel and he pleaded with him. “Please stop…I…didn’t mean any harm, I swear!”

 

Angel coldly laughed as he stormed over to him.

 

Spike leaned against the wall and lit up a butt, enjoying Parker’s screams of pain. “Angelus, before you kill the wanker, I’d like to take a whack at him myself if you don’t mind.” Of course he wouldn’t let him but it didn’t hurt to put the fear of death in the kid.

 

Angel picked Parker up, “Sure no problem bro,” then punched him hard in the face. Blood spurted out of Parker’s nose and he clutched it painfully, trying to stop the flow.

 

“Please…stop!”

 

But Angel didn’t listen to him, grabbing him by the lapels of his shirt he held him there while he punched him again and again.

 

“Is that what Buffy said right before you tried to rape her?” he said, following it through with a left cross in Parker’s stomach with such force that he lifted him off the ground.  He released him and Parker stumbled back, hitting the wall and then sliding to the ground, his hands up in the air trying to ward Angel off.

 

“I’m sorry…I’m sorry…please!”

 

But Angel didn’t heed his pleas he kept up, punching with a left, then a right, in the face, in the stomach, anywhere he could inflict pain he did with a smile on his face.

 

Parker fell to the ground barely conscious.  He crawled on his hands and knees trying to get away, but Angel kicked him in the back then rolled him over to face him.

 

He unsheathed his knife and leaning down picked Parker up by the hair again, his blade poised at his neck.

 

Spike immediately stood at attention and walked over, “Angel.” He whispered in his ear, “she wouldn’t want this, don’t do it, the kid’s not worth it. Think of Kathy.”

 

Angel wasn’t planning on killing him, even though he deserved it, he just wanted to scare the hell out of him and make sure that he never ever bothered his baby again.

 

He leaned down and snarled into Parker’s face, pressing his blade against his throat so he drew blood.  He smiled evilly and snarled, “If you ever touch her or look at her, if you ever talk to her again or are ever in the same vicinity as she is, I will kill you. Do you understand me boy?”

 

He pressed the blade further against Parker’s neck and Parker shrieked in out right fear. “Yes…yes I understand I’m sorry…I’m so sorry.”

 

Spike breathed a sigh of relief as Angel stepped back from Parker, dropping him on the ground.  He cleaned the blood off of his knife on Parker’s shirt, and then sheathed it.

 

“Look the kid’s pissed his pants!” Spike laughed pointing at the wet spot on Parker’s pants.

 

Angel grunted pleased with his punishment and Parker’s show of remorse and fear.

 

“Come on lets go.” Angel turned around and walked toward the car. 

 

Spike, though, could not resist getting his own licks in. 

 

 “Stay away from my family punk or next time you’ll be dead either by me or him.” He struck out with his foot, kicking Parker brutally in the face and knocking him out cold.

 

He kicked him again just for good luck then walked back to the car whistling.

 

 

Chapter Twelve