Disclaimer: It's the same as always. I don't own any of these characters except Faith, Doc and Brian. Got it? Good, now on with the story!
Chpt. 3: Drunken Fights
"Brian, its Faith. Sorry I wasn't home earlier. I went to see an old friend. Well when you get the message please call me ok? I love you. Bye." Faith hung up the phone and sat down on the couch. Faith had got home and listened to the answer machine. Brian had left twelve messages for her. He sounded kind of worried so she called as soon as the messages were done. She also got one from her mother and father saying they'd be home late and something about a party. Her cat MeowMix jumped up on her lap and meowed.
"Hey buddy, are you hungry?" She said to her cat and he answered with another meow.
"Come on lets go get you some dinner." Faith got up holding the cat and walked into her little cramped kitchen. She put the cat down on the counter and got a bowl out of the cabinet. Setting the bowl down, she picked up the small pouch of cat food and emptied it into the bowl. The cat started eating and Faith walked off into her bedroom peeling off her zip up sweater and kicking off her shoes throwing them into a corner. Sighing she sat down on her bed looking around. After a few minutes Faith decided she needed a bath to relax so she slipped out of the rest of her clothes and donned a robe. She walked into the bathroom and turned on the facet letting the hot water run into the tub. She walked back in her room and get her radio and plugged it in, in one of the sockets in the bathroom making sure it was away from the tub. She turned off the water and took of her robe the slowly slipped into the hot water.
Faith leaned back and enjoyed the way the water swirled around her body, making the stress go away. Her thoughts swayed to Richard.
'He's so different from when I knew him. I wonder if he realizes how much damage he caused. Well I'll still be here for him even if they keep him in there. I know I told him he could be out in like a year but that's only because I didn't want him to get his hopes up. They said he could be out next month with good behavior. I guess he could stay here, I don't think his parents will take him back. When I talked to them, they were so cold to me. Yeah well what do you expect? They never liked me. Oh well.' Faith closed her eyes and started drifting off in a light sleep when she heard a loud bang near the front door of the house. She bolted up and sat still. The bang came again and she got out of the tub and put her rob on. She cautiously walked toward the door and peeked out the peephole but saw nothing. She unlocked the door and stuck her head out. She saw someone out on her porch but he was too far away to see who it was.
"Hello?" She called out. The person turned around and looked at her. 'He is veeeery drunk' she thought.
"Hellooo? Who's you?" The man said and Faith knew it was one of Brian's friends.
"I'm Brian's girlfriend. Do you need some help?" Faith stepped out the house and onto the porch towards the man.
"Nooo. I need to finds Brian now."
"Well do you know where he is?"
"He's here. Look at you, your beautifuls."
"Um…thank you but he's not here."
"Who's not here?" Faith turned around and saw Brian.
"Oh I didn't think you were here."
'At least he doesn't sound drunk, so maybe he's not.' She thought to herself.
"I'm here. What are you up to baby?" He stepped forward and she could smell the alcohol on his breath and she started backing herself back to the door or the house.
"I was just taking a bath and I heard someone at my door. I got scared."
"It's just me baby. No need to be scared." He held his arms out to her and she backed away a little more.
"What's wrong with you?" He yelled. She cringed knowing he was definitely drunk.
"Nothing sweetie, you should go home now. It's late and I need to get some rest and you do too." She was almost to the door. But almost wasn't good enough.
"Don't tell me what I have to do you ungrateful bitch!" He yelled and lunged at her. She turned to run but he grabbed her ankle. She twisted but couldn't get loose. He flipped her over so Faith was facing him and he punched her right in the face. She screamed out in pain and kneed him in the groin. He doubled back and she took the opportunity to run back in the house and lock the door.
"You fucking bitch. You goddamn slut." She said and soon there was silence. Faith had her back against the front door, tears rolling down her face. She slowly got up and walked back upstairs to her room. She walked into the bathroom and let the water drain out and took a look in the mirror. 'Damn, its gonna bruise pretty badly. Shit I'm bleeding.' His ring had cut her right by her eye. She grabbed a face cloth and wet it then gingerly dabbed her face. 'Well there goes having a relaxing night.' She went back into her room and changed into a pair of pajama bottoms and a tank top. She laid down on her bed and curled up into a ball. She started crying and she cryed herself to sleep.
Ok well that's it for now. R & R and another chapter is promised this week.