A/N: Sorry its taken me a lil while to update but I've been really busy lately. What with work & Dave & needing to sleep more lol. So yeah, here's chapter ten. Enjoy x

Chapter 10

"Come home with me." John said as they walked out of the gym. Faith's damp hair pulled up into a bun, she wore no make up and Adam's hoodie, over a pair of black jeans. She sighed pulling her big black sunglasses down off her head and over her eyes.

"I can't." She whispered. "I told Adam I would only be an hour."

"What's going on with you too anyway? How come you never told me?" John asked as she sat down on the bench, pulling her knees up to her chest on hugging them.

"Me and Adam go way back." Faith whispered, her glasses hiding the large tears rolling from her eyes.

--Flashback--

Faith walked out onto the stage in a skimpy outfit, it wasn't the first time she had, and it wouldn't be the last. Okay so she wasn't exactly a show girl as such. But it sounded better than stripper didn't it. She worked with a group of four other girls, Becky a tall red head with dark green eyes, Amy; a short blonde girl, Jenny and Reagan, both brunettes.

They danced around the stage, occasionally glancing into the large crowd of drunken men that they attracted. Then she spotted them, all of them, her dad's colleagues. There must have been about fifteen of them. Faith strutted over to Reagan, she knew that she would be able to point out and name each and every WWE Superstar in a fifty foot radius.

"Rea. Who's in booth three?" Faith smiled as they danced together.

"Hmm, Jeff and Matt Hardy, Charlie Haas, Shannon Moore, erm… Carlito, Shane Helms, looks like Mark Calloway, Adam Copeland, Shane McMahon, Hunter, Tommy Dreamer." They stood back to back, still dancing. "Dave Bautista, Sabu, Rob Van Dam, I think that's Sandman, ooh and that freaky dude, Kevin Thorn. And your –"

"Dad." Faith whispered before smiling to the crowd one last time then walking off the stage. She changed out of her "work clothes" quickly and changed into a pair of short denim shorts, a white tank top and a pair of black stilettos. She stood in front of the mirror surrounded by lights in the dressing room. Reagan, Becky, and Amy all wandering around behind her, in no rush to get changed. Jenny still on the stage. Faith dropped the black beads over her head and around her neck, fixing them before placing her black oversized sunglasses on her head. She smiled bye to the girls and walked out of the door.

"Hey gorgeous." Some drunk slurred at her. She looked down at him.

"Not tonight, not ever hun." She scowled.

"Bitch, you'll do what I tell you." He yelled grabbing her arm and pulling her out the club. No one heard the commotion over the volume of the music pumping out of the speakers.

"Get the fuck off me!" Faith yelled as he tried to kiss her. He raised his fist; Faith closed her eyes waiting to be hit. But it never happened. She opened her eyes.

"The lady said no." A gorgeous blonde man had a tight grip on the drunk's wrist. "Go." He told Faith. She ran back into the club and straight to booth three.

"Daddy." She gasped, out of breath and completely shocked. After explaining what had happened to her Dad she left to tell Rick, the bar man so he could keep an eye on the other girls. A hand touched her shoulder; she spun around on her heels.

It was him.

The guy that had basically saved her life. What could she say to him to possibly tell him how much she owed him?

"Hi." She smiled a shy small smile. He said something; she had no chance of hearing him over all the music. So she took his hand and led him outside.

"I was just wondering if you were okay." He laughed.

"Yeah, I am. Thanks to you." She smiled. "I'm Faith."

"I'm sorry but I recognize you from somewhere, I just don't know where." Adam smiled, after talking for hours.

"Erm, I dance in there." Faith said, confused on how he could know her.

"Yeah, I now I just watched you with my friends."

"What booth were you in?" Faith asked.

"Three."

"Oh bugger." She laughed. "You know my dad."

--End of Shitty Flashback--

"We just got on really well, I moved back to England and he came with me." Faith sighed; John had sat next to her and currently had his arm around her. "We bought an apartment and then in Vegas one year we decided to get married. It's the only thing I regret about Adam. I never had the chance to have the wedding of my dreams." She smiled faintly.

"I still don't understand why you didn't tell me." John sighed.

"Mine and Adam's relationship is difficult for most to understand, its complex." Faith blinked back the tears. "We've had some really hard times. Really hard times."

"So why can't you come home with me, your boyfriend." John asked, adding the last part on a risk.

"John, if I can't trust you to go into the other room without sticking your tongue down some random's throat then how can I trust you enough to be in a god damn relationship with you!" Faith yelled standing up from the bench.

"It was Liz, and it wasn't like I asked her to do that!" He yelled back.

"And who the hell is Liz when she's at home!" Faith scowled, folding her arms across her chest. Her Geordie accent shined through when ever she got mad.

"She was the only woman in the world I loved until I met you!" He screamed at her. She stood, mouth open, arms hung by her side, unable to speak. Did he just tell her he loved her? Yeah he'd already told her that, but they were about to have sex, so he could have told her about flying monkeys and she wouldn't have noticed.

"John?" She whispered.

"I love you." He turned to her and kissed her passionately. He pulled back. "Even if you don't love me back."

Faith left before saying anything else.

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"I'm back." Faith called, slightly shaken as she walked through into the living room of Adam's apartment. She smelt smoke. Not a good sign. He only smoked when he was drinking; she looked at the coffee table, empty Jack Daniels' bottles. Great, just freaking great. She swallowed hard as Adam's arm crept around her waist.

"Faithy Faithy Faith." He sneered.

"Adam, baby." She tried to turn to face him but he kept a tight grip on her.

"Don't even think about it." He growled, pushing her to the floor. "What the hell is that on your neck?" He demanded. Her hand immediately covered it.

"Nothing. I don't know what you're talking about baby." She whimpered.

"Don't play dumb with me bitch." He grabbed a handful of her hair and dragged her to the mirror. "Look." He yelled, pointing at the hickey on her neck.

John… She thought as tears began to creep down her cheeks. She tensed her body, ready for the first blow. She hit her over the back of her head so hard that she fell to the floor again. Tonight would be too long to cope.

A/N: Well this is a lil longer than the last chapter. Hope ya liked it. Reviews would make me smile lol. So yeah, 5 reviews & I update.

Abbey xxx