Chapter 6: Awkward
Excerpt from Faith's Journal
Why?
A cold breeze blows.
Night skies shine dim light illuminates.
Your eyes met mine.
Why are you here?
Why was I called here?
Why do you beckon to me?
Why did you call me here?
Why?
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Faith sat alone, wind blew through the park. She felt a chill, she wrapped her arms around herself to keep warm. She heard footsteps, she disregarded them and looked at the sky illuminating the earth. More wind, she wrapped herself closer to her body.
"Hello," a voice said from behind her. The voice was riddled with a thick Irish accent. It had the same accent as Angels' voice. She turned around expecting to find him but was surprised when it was Doyle.
"What the hell?" Faith said startled.
"Expecting Prince Charming?" Doyle, Faith reached into her back pocket, and pulled out some mace.
"Maybe," Faith said.
"Please, you know that I have to get close to you for that to be affective," he said speaking of the mace.
"Then keep your distance," Faith said threateningly.
"Just came here to talk," Doyle said.
"What about?" Faith replied quickly.
"Angel," he said.
"What about him? And make this quick I have places to be," 'skin to cut' she added in her mind.
"He seems to have taking a liking to you," Doyle said.
Faith raised an eyebrow.
"And this is important why?" Faith asked.
"He likes you more than just a friend," Doyle continued.
"Get to the point," Faith said aggravated.
"I just said it, he likes you more than a friend, as a matter-of-fact, he's attracted to you," Doyle said.
"And you would know…how?" Faith asked sarcasm showing.
"I'm his cousin. DUH!" Doyle said, "I can tell."
"So? That means nothing. And big deal, what am I to do about it?" Faith said.
"Stay away from him, we don't need scum like you with the family," Doyle said.
"We? Who's we? I don't see anyone here but you," Faith said crossing her arms.
"I'm speaking for the family," Doyle replied.
"Oh, really? Do they know this?" she asked.
"Besides the point."
"Oh, really? I think it's right on the point," 'thank you psyche' class,' Faith said in her mind.
"Well, not for you to decide," Doyle said.
"Whatever," Faith said, as she turned away from Doyle.
Doyle ran up to her and grabbed her arm. "Stay away from him," he shouted.
Forgetting the mace she kneed him in the groin. And he went down that easily.
"Oh, that hurt like hell," Doyle groaned from the ground as he watched Faith walk away.