My brother turns out to be quite the useful beta, not only doing my updates in Witchy's absence, but also betaing my school essay. Good Chris *pats his head*
This is the chapter when Tara and Faith's stuff unfolds, the note I made to Mikah will become suddenly clear...
*twilight zone*
UPDATE
“I’m sorry, about Faith’s dad…”
Tara unconsciously hit the breaks, parking on the side of the road. She looked over at Willow, it was ten minutes into the ride and Willow had tried unsuccessfully to strike up conversation a few times, each followed by a period of awkward silence.
Tara looked at Willow for a while before looking forward, tapping the steering wheel.
They sat in vocal silence, the steady thrum of the engine and the drumming of Tara’s thumbs countering as white noise.
“Get out.” Tara’s voice was of a deep tone and emotionless.
“What?”
“You heard me get out!”
Willow looked hurt, but not as much as Tara, whose pride tried to hide it.
“I--.”
“Don’t you EVER talk about Miles again!”
“I-I’m sorry, were you close?”
“Stop!” Tara’s eyes filled with tears. “Just stop!” She collapsed on the steering wheel, her body wracked with sobs.
“I-I don’t understand.” Willow furrowed her brow with worry, this wasn’t turning out as planned.
“He was my father…” Tara’s voice was so quiet and child like, Willow had to strain to make out her words.
Then the blow hit her like a train, knowing the wrongs her uncle had done and the way it affected the woman she’d been growing fond of.
Tara paused, realizing her lifelong secret was out. “Don’t tell Faith, she doesn’t know.” Tara’s sobs slowly subsided, but she didn’t look up, obviously embarrassed at her teary outburst. She’d been holding it in so long, the knowledge of her parentage, her father leaving her family to take care of the woman he’d impregnated.
Tara felt Willow’s hand on her shoulder, looking up she came nose to freckled nose with the redhead. Her instinct pushed her forward before she could think.
Tara Maclay did the unthinkable.
-Rei
The Raped Avenger:
I hate school
"I am vindicated, I am selfish I am wrong, I am right I swear I'm right I swear I knew it all along. And I am flawed but I am cleaning up so well, I am seeing in me now the things you swore you saw yourself so clear." -Dashboard Confessional