Northern Californian Women's Correctional Facility was a buzz with alarms and correctional officers running about. One of the prisoners had escaped but by the time they had realised that she wasn't in her cell it was too late and she was long gone. Faith looked back at her home for the past four years and realised that she wasn't going to miss it at all. The abusive correctional officers, the prison food, the butch sisters, solitary, the ugly prison clothes and most importantly the whole no sex, no alcohol rule. 'Damn I miss my leathers' Faith thought as she ran towards the nearest town, which was Stockton. When she got to Stockton it was well past midnight, Faith went to look for a store that had leather clothes, shoes and makeup. When she found the only store that had leather clothes she kicked open the door and ignoring the alarms swapped her prison clothes for black leather pants, a blood red wife beater and a cropped black leather jacket, then she quickly swapped her prison issued shoes for black knee high lace up leather boots and then grabbing the darkest red lipstick, black eye shadow, black mascara, black kohl and black eyeliner before racing out of the store as she heard the police sirens getting closer 'I'll have to do my make up in the public toilets' Faith grimaced at the thought. Later that night Faith left Stockton for LA.
Faith was nervous as knocked on Liz's front door.
"Hell…What are you doing here?" Liz asked the smile she was wearing quickly evaporating.
"Gotta spare bed for a wanted fugitive?" Faith said jokingly before turning deadly serious "Listen Liz can I come in or not? I don't got a lot of time you know" Liz stepped back to let her old friend in. When they past the living room Faith noticed three girls, slightly older than herself, sitting on the couch.
"Faith this is Kennedy, Cardrid and Shannon, this is Faith" Liz introduced them.
"Hey is it true that you killed people" The one named Kennedy asked. Faith glared at Liz and walked out to the porch to get some air, with Liz following.
As soon as they got outside Faith noticed Spike sitting on the porch steps, smoking.
"Hey Spike, You're looking as hot as ever." Faith said. Spike looked up, at the woman who nearly killed him and herself, with dark brown eyes.
"Spike, I want to apologise for everything I did, I mean everything. It was wrong of me, and I wish I hadn't done it every single night" Faith looked down, embarrassed that she actually apologised to someone, and started walking towards the house when she felt Spike grab her wrist.
"Faith, I forgave you along time ago. You were confused and scared; you didn't really know what you were doing. But if you ever do that again I won't forgive you this easily" He said as he pulled her into a hug. Spike referring more to her attempted suicide than to her trying to kill him. 'I'll have to tell her that' he thought. "Faith, you really need a shower luv."
"Yeah. I really love your hair. Suits ya." Faith said as she walked back inside for a shower. Spike watching her retreating figure, pushed his dark brown chin length hair back self-consciously.
Later that day Faith was telling Kennedy, Cardrid and Shannon about the times she was arrested, while eating pizza.
"Well I've been arrested for driving without a licence while under the influence, break and enter, arson, assault of a police officer, assault and battery, armed robbery, Grand Theft Auto, possession of controlled substance, parole violation and indecent exposure." She counted on her fingers grinning. 'I didn't even do half of that. Stupid police.'
"WOAH! Did you really do all that?" Cardrid asked.
"Maybe, maybe not." Faith replied slyly.
Faith felt herself smile as Spike walked into the room and asked to speak with her privately.
"So…When were you released Faith?" Spike asked.
"No I escaped" Faith said so quietly Spike could barely hear her. "I had to see you guys. I've been in prison for four years and not once did you visit me." She walked out to the porch and lit a cigarette. Spike and Liz walked out behind her.
"Faith what are you going to do?" Liz asked. When Faith shrugged Liz continued, "How about you stay here until we sort this out?" Liz smiled as Faith nodded.
"But you kind of forget. I have no money or clothes besides these" to illustrate her point she gestured towards her black leather pants and blood red wife beater. "I haven't even finished high school." Liz looked confused. Faith rolled her eyes and kept going "Liz, went to when I was sixteen" Liz nodded as she remembered.
"Faith, Liz already has three roommates already so why don't you stay with me? I get really bored in an apartment all by myself." Spike quickly suggested.
"You're not afraid I'll kill you?" Faith asked.
"No. You went to prison, reformed blah,blah,blah. Now let's get you home you look like you need sleep." Spike said as he grabbed her wrist and dragged her back into Liz's house. After Liz gave some of her old clothes to Faith, Spike led her towards his black 1959 DeSoto Firesweep and drove back to his apartment.