A/N: Woo am baaack bitches!
Chapter 9
Bree and AJ lay on their hotel room bed, the TV played in the background, no one really paying attention to it.
"Do you think she'll be okay?" Bree asked, twirling a finger around a blonde and black bang.
"I hope so." AJ sighed.
"I just don't want history to repeat itself." Bree whispered.
-- Flashback --
"Faith hunny, you home?" Bree called as she walked through the apartment. "Faith?" Bree walked faster through into Faith's room, she ran into the bathroom to find her friend passed out on the floor. The white tiles around her stained blood red. "Oh god. What did he do to you?" Bree whispered, gently lifting Faith's head, bruises already forming on her body. Cuts everywhere. Bree rang for help immediately. The hardest part, was sitting, rocking back and forth, waiting, not knowing if Faith would pull through.
"Miss, do you know what happened?" A middle aged officer asked Bree as she sat in the waiting room of the hospital. She never looked up, only starring straight ahead of her. Focusing on the plain white walls.
"She was on an adventure course and fell into a ditch," Bree lied, trying to explain the bruises and cuts on Faith's body. "We brought her home and she went in the bath tub, I went to get some food and she must have fallen."
"I see." The officer said, not believing a word. He left Bree alone in the room. The door burst open.
"Where is she?" Nikki ran into the room, Courtney and Jeff not far behind. Bree stood up into a group hug. "How is she? What's happening?"
"Apparently she's doing okay. She's sleeping. He could have killed her." She whispered off.
-- End of Flashback --
John walked into the nearest gym; he dropped his bag down on the bench and hit play on his iPod. After an hour or so he made his way to the swimming pool. He dived in and resurfaced to catch a flash of wet blonde and purple hair.
"Faith?" He whispered. She turned her head quickly, gasped slightly before swimming over to the side of getting out. She looked back at him, in a black bikini, before entering the changing rooms. John followed. This was probably the only time he's get her on her own.
He closed the door behind him. He caught a glimpse of her heading for the showers. He followed her. She stood with her back to him, he ran with hand down her arm. She tensed at his touch, sighed and attempted to bite back the tears.
"Leave me alone John." She whispered behind the tears.
"I'm so sorry." He said, so quiet it was hardly a whisper. She turned to face him. How dare he!
"Sorry? You're sorry? Well I guess that makes everything just fucking peachy now." She snarled. "You just don't understand do you?" She said backing him against the wall. "How it feels to have your heart ripped out and shattered into a million pieces in front of your god damn eyes." Her voice deeper and darker, her eyes glazed over, a deeper blue than ever before. She was less than inches from his face.
"Shut up." He whispered, pulling her close to him and kissing her passionately. He quickly turned her so that she had her back against the wall. The water from the shower pouring down on them. He ran his hands down her body, grabbing her thighs and pulling her up, she wrapped her legs around his waist. She pulled back, breathing heavily. A smile played on her lips, before disappearing. She looked at the floor.
"This is wrong." She whispered. "So why does it feel right?" He smiled at her before kissing her neck softly, placing gentle butterfly kisses along her collar bone. He removed her bikini quickly before looking straight at her.
"I love you." John whispered.
A/N: I know this is ultimately th shortest piece of crap ever. Trust me I know, I did write it. But its your own fault. Muh ha ha ha. Me only gots 3 reviews last time (
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Yes I am infact a three year old.
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