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First Steps to Recovery
CHAPTER THREE

Author: Willow Watcher
Rating: NC-17 sexual content and violence.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters of BtVS, they all belong to Joss Whedon and those others out there who have a claim in the series and all other things dealing with Buffy, but I wrote this story. The other characters are mine (copyright 2005 Robbie Kelly)


Willow unlocked the door to her house and wheeled herself inside. "Hello!" She called out but no one answered.

Closing the door she wheeled herself further inside. "Hello!" Calling again but still no response she threw her purse on the couch.

Going into the kitchen Willow went to the refrigerator. A note was pinned to the door with a magnet. Willow yanked it off.

Willow,
I had to go out. Be back later. Need me, call me.
-Julie

"Love you too." Willow gritted her teeth and wadded up the paper and threw it over her shoulder into the trash bin.

She opened the refrigerator to get her a bottle of juice and wheeled herself into the living room.

Flicking on the television she searched the channels. Anger was getting the best of her.

"Oh I'll make it up to you." She spat out imitating Julie. "I love you." Snarling her words out, she turned the television off and flung the remote on the couch.

Hours had passed and still no sign of Julie. Willow tried to busy herself as the time ticked on. She would look out the door and then growled in frustration when there wasn't any sign of the woman.

"This is it!" She shouted out. "It's over! I have had enough!" Willow rolled into the bedroom and retrieved her suitcase from the closet. She went over to the dresser and bundled some of her clothes up and threw them into the case.

"Where are you going?" Julie asked from the bedroom doorway.

"I'm leaving." Willow said angrily and kept on packing.

"Why?" The woman asked staggering into the room.

"You're drunk." Willow stated. "Again." She said quietly.

"So what, you expect me not to have some kind of comfort when my girlfriend is crippled." Julie said.

"How dare you?! How dare you say something like that?! You could have come to me for comfort and I would have gladly given it to you but instead you go out and get drunk, come home, pass out and I have to sleep more or less alone! How the hell do you think that makes me feel Julie?!" Willow screamed. "This has been going on for years and I am fed up with it!"

"FINE!" Julie stood up. She picked Willow out of her chair and let her fall in the floor. She wheeled the chair out of the room.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!" Willow crawled on her hands following the woman.

"You are not leaving me Willow Rosenberg. Do you hear me?!" Julie yelled over her shoulder. She opened up the front door and carried the chair outside in the driveway behind her car.

"You can't leave me." Julie got into her car and started it up.

Willow's eyes widened when she saw her girlfriend back up over her chair leaving it a totally warped piece of metal. "YOU FUCKING BITCH!" She screamed out as Julie sped off down the road.

Willow yelled out in anger. She calmed herself and crawled into the kitchen. She tried to reach up to where the telephone was but couldn't.

"DAMN IT!" She yelled again.

"O.K. I need a minute." Willow looked down. "Duh!" She pulled on the phone cord making the cradle and phone drop to the floor.

Picking up the phone she dialed.

"Hello?"

"Buffy!" Willow cried.

"Willow? What's wrong?"

"Julie came home and I was packing because I was gonna leave her and she threw me out of my chair and took it outside and ran over it with her car."

"Oh my God!" Buffy yelled out over the phone. "Are you alright?"

"Fine, but Buffy I have no way to go anywhere. Can you come and pick me up, please?"

"I can't leave right now Will. I have three more patients I have to see. If you want to wait about two hours, I'll be right over there." Buffy said apologetically.

"I can't wait. I don't want to be here when Julie gets home. I'll call Xander." Willow said.

"Xander had to go out of town for a meeting." Buffy told her. The anxiety was rising in her voice but she knew that from her end there wasn't anything she could do. "I'll get someone over there. It might take me awhile though."

"That's alright. I have someone. I'll call you when I get somewhere safe." Willow hung up the phone.

Sighing, Willow clipped the phone to the back part of her jeans. She crawled her way into the living room and grabbed her purse off the couch. Dumping everything on the floor she shifted through her belongings until she found the card Tara gave her. She looked at the number and remembered Tara's exact words: 'If you need anything at anytime, call me O.K.'

Willow hesitated but she was in a bad situation. She knew she didn't have much of a choice. Pulling the phone from her pants, she dialed the number.

"Hello?" A voice came over the line.

"Tara?"

"Yes, who's this?" Tara asked.

"It's Willow."

"Oh hey! What's up?" Tara's voice was full of excitement to hear from the woman.

"I really hate to bother you, but I'm kinda in need of help. Buffy's busy at work and Xander has gone out of town and since all of my friends happen to be Julie's friends, I really didn't have much of a choice in the matter but to call you." Willow's voice was cracking.

"What's wrong Willow?" Tara's concern made tears well in the redhead's eyes.

"Julie ran over my wheel chair. I can't get out of here. I have to leave before she gets back." Willow thought for a moment. At first it seemed like a good idea to ask Tara but then again she barely knew this woman and she really didn't want to get her involved. "Never mind. I'll just wait until Buffy can come over. Sorry I bothered you." Willow hung up the phone and held it to her chest. "I am an idiot."

She nearly dropped the phone when it rang.

"Hello?"

"Where do you live Willow?" Tara asked.

"How did you get my number?"

"Caller I.D. Now where do you live?" Tara asked again.

"Tara I appreciate it but you don't..." Willow was cut short.

"I am doing what I feel is right. Where do you live?" Tara asked once more.

Willow could hear the frustration in the woman's voice. "Please don't be mad at me." Being around a woman who always made a bad situation her fault, Willow was used to saying those words.

"Sweetie, I'm not mad at you. I'm mad at your girlfriend for leaving you like that. Now, let me come over and I'll pick you up and take you where ever you want to go."

"1537 Woodland Drive." Willow told her straight out.

"Be there in five minutes." Tara told her. "Don't worry sweetie everything is going to be alright."

Willow cried. "Thank you."

"Bye." Tara said.

Willow heard a click and put the phone on the couch. She rested her head back on the cushions. "FUCK!" She shouted out. "Now I have to pee."

Willow crawled her way back to the bathroom.


Tara slowly drove down Woodland Drive. As she looked at the mailboxes she read the numbers. As neared the driveway Tara could make out the crumpled wheel chair.

"That stupid bitch." Tara sighed. She put her car in park and got out to move the chair out of her way. Throwing it down by the curb Tara returned to her car and drove up next to the house.

Walking up to the house Tara knocked on the door frame. "Willow?" She called out and took a step inside.

Tara looked around and saw Willow's purse dumped out on the floor. She looked into the kitchen and saw the phone cradle knocked down.

"Willow?" She called out again. Thoughts ran through her mind. "Oh God! Willow?!" She ran through every room. She opened up the bathroom door and saw the redhead's eyes pop wide open.

"OH GOD!" Tara quickly closed the door and stood on the outside. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean...I thought something happened." She said through the wood.

Willow giggled. "It's alright. Just give me a minute."

Tara blew the bangs from her eyes. "I really am sorry." She heard the commode flush.

"It's alright. You can come in."

Tara opened the door and saw Willow pull herself up by wall handles to the sink to wash her hands.

Willow smiled. "Thanks for coming."

Blushing, Tara looked everywhere but at the other woman. "You're welcome."

Willow dried her hands and held out her arm. "I hate to ask this of you, but could you help me to the bedroom. I need to pack up some things."

Tara put Willow's arm around her neck and scooped her up.

Willow was totally shocked at how strong the blonde was. She couldn't help but put her head on the woman's shoulder.

Tara smiled brightly. This felt right somehow. Willow and she fit perfectly and she knew she would carry this woman to the ends of the earth if she had to.

Sitting Willow on the edge of the bed, she instantly missed the contact. "What do you need?" Tara asked standing by the dresser.

"Well, just a couple of pairs of everything and my laptop. I put some jeans in the suitcase but unfortunately I didn't have time to put anything else in there. After all being picked up and dropped on the floor and chasing someone outside kinda made it a little hard to finish." Willow smiled sadly.

Tara sighed. She wasn't going to get into this with Willow right now. Her biggest worry was to get out of there as soon as she could.

Opening up the top drawer, Tara pulled out three pairs of panties and socks. The second drawer, she pulled out a few shirts. "Anything else?" She asked.

"Um, could you grab my boots?" Willow asked sheepishly.

Tara patted her on the arm. "Sure thing."

Bending down, Tara shifted through the bottom of the closet. "I...don't...see them."

Willow sat there with a grin from ear to ear looking at Tara's ass. "Oh they're in there somewhere." She silently moaned watching the curvy butt move from one side to the other. "I hate to go anywhere without them."

Tara turned her head and saw Willow's expression. "They must me a very special pair then."

Willow's eye brows wiggled up and down. "Very special indeed."

Tara smirked. She crawled on her hands and knees over to the bed. "Maybe they're under here." She lifted up the bed skirt and scanned under. Slowly rising up, she was face to face with Willow. "There not under there."

"Well, I'll just have to leave without them then." The redhead cocked her head to the side and moved closer to the other woman.

"We...better..." Tara didn't have time to finish as Willow pulled her into a smoldering kiss. The blonde fell in love then and there. The softness of Willow's lips and the gentle caress of her hands made her melt.

Willow let go and sighed. Instantly regretting her move, her hands went down to her sides. "Sorry about that. It's just...well I haven't been kissed by a beautiful woman in a long time."

"Don't be sorry. It's been quite awhile for me as well." Tara got up from her position and continued packing Willow's clothes.

"All set?" Tara asked as she put Willow's case in the back of her car.

"Yep." Willow replied fastening her seat belt. Her head turned when she saw car lights reflect off the house. "Shit! Tara let's get out of here. She's drunk."

Willow had never seen anger like that of the blonde. She swallowed hard. "Tara, please. She's totally off her rocker and she might hurt you."

Tara closed the car door and waited.

"What the fuck do you think you are doing?" Julie hopped out of the car and walked around. "Put her back in the house, NOW!"

"What, so you can abuse her again? I don't think so." Tara said firmly while her hands balled up into fist.

"You mean nothing to her." Julie walked around to Willow's side. "GET OUT!" She screamed through the glass.

Willow shook her head.

Julie started pounding on the car. "I SAID GET OUT NOW!"

"I really wouldn't do that if I were you." Tara said from behind.

Julie turned fast and smacked Tara across the face. "No one asked you." Turning back to Willow, she pulled on the door handle trying her best to get it open.

Tara tapped her on the shoulder. "You shouldn't have done that either."

Julie turned around, ready to smack the blonde again, but Tara caught her hand shoving the woman on the ground. Julie staggered to get her footing but was in front of Tara in an instant.

"She is MY girlfriend!" The raven haired woman yelled.

"And what a lovely one you make." Tara commented sarcastically.

"BITCH!" Julie grabbed Tara by the throat and pinned her down on top of the car.

Tara kicked the woman and pushed her off.

Julie darted towards her again, but Tara was too fast. She grabbed Julie's black hair and pounded her head against the hood until she was unconscious.

Willow sat there with tears in her eyes.

Tara bent down over the woman and tapped her on the face. "Hey!" She continued patting her on the cheek until Julie turned her head and moaned. Satisfied, Tara pulled her over into the grass and let her body flop on the ground.

Tara opened the car door and slipped inside.

"Is she...will she be alright?" Willow asked looking at the woman on the ground.

Breathing hard, Tara placed Willow's hand in hers. "She'll be fine. Are you ready to get out of here?"

Willow silently nodded still looking out the window.


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