Chapter 11

Faith sat on the cold floor with her back to the bathtub. She focused on breathing in and out. It was all she could do right now. She could hear Adam in the next room, throwing empty bottles around and screaming for his "cheating whore" to show her face.

This was her life.

She closed her eyes, no longer being able to look at the mess he had caused. Her vision blurry, clothes thorn, skin cut and bruised in hundreds of places. She took her half smashed up cell phone from her pocket. It was 2am. She had been locked in the bathroom for three hours now.

Faith knew deep down that if he really wanted to, he could get into the bathroom.

Adam had thrown her around the apartment, beating her in every room for at least five hours, occasionally stopping to drink some more. They had missed their plane down to London. Normally she would have just been finishing now. Laughing and joking around with the girls in the changing rooms. Her cell phone flashed and vibrated to signal an incoming call.

"Hello?" Faith whispered scared Adam would hear her; knowing that she had contact with anyone would only make him more irate.

"Girl, what's up? How come you didn't show tonight?" It was Reagan. Out of all of the girls, Reagan was the closest and more trustworthy of them. She was also the only one who worried about her. She was the one who knew everything about Faith and Adam's relationship.

"Adam." She whispered, knowing that Rea would understand instantly.

"Right I'm ringing your Dad." Reagan announced knowing the reply Faith would give her.

"No don't!" Faith yelled. Then bit her tongue, as the rest of the apartment went silent. Had he heard her? She heard the door break behind her. Of course he had. He snatched the phone from her shaking hand, glanced at caller ID then threw it against the wall. Faith watched it shatter against the cold surface; it had been her only hope of getting away from him.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" He screamed at her, grabbing a handful of her hair and pulling Faith to her feet.

"It was Reagan!" Faith yelled, trying to get away from him. "She wanted to know why I wasn't there tonight, that's all." She whispered off. He dropped his hand from her hair as if he was thinking of how to act next. Faith immediately took her chance and ran past him.

Meanwhile…

"Ric? Hi it's Reagan." A panicked Reagan, who had been told of every beating Faith received, had called the only person she could that could help.

"Rea honey. What's the matter?" Ric asked as he sat down in his hotel room, friends around him. All tired but still drunk from their night out.

"It's Adam." Reagan said as she rushed around her apartment in an attempt to grab clothes and stuff them into a suitcase. "He's got Faith again." Reagan knew that Ric didn't know as much as she did, so it was going to be hard for her to explain this.

"What do you mean Adam's got her again?" Ric asked confused.

"Every time Faith had a bruise, she told you she'd walked into something, am I right?" Knowing that faith had used to tell her the same thing before the truth came out.

"Erm... Yeah." Ric answered still confused about the situation at hand.

"Wrong, unless she can walk into his fist." Reagan locked her front door and ran out of her apartment block, hailing a taxi. She held the phone away from her. "The Airport." She told the driver before returning her focus on Ric. "Look, he's been hitting her for years."

"He's been what!" Ric yelled, every one around him, now looking at him. John and Randy exchanged confused glances. Courtney sat in Randy's arms immediately got up to talk to her uncle as he finished his conversation. Exchanging that "Not again," looks with Bree and Nikki.

"Look, I'm at the airport now. My plane leaves in less than half an hour. I'll meet you outside Adam's apartment block. Don't go in there without me Ric." Reagan said as she paid for her ticket and ran through the terminal towards her awaiting plane. "And don't call the cops. It'll only make things worse!" Reagan warned.

"Ok. I'll meet you there." Ric said, flipping his cell phone shut. He closed his eyes, as if trying to calm himself, before snapping and hurling his phone across the room.

"Easy there big man." Randy grabbed Ric by the shoulders.

"What's happening?" John asked, a worried look wrote across his face.

"He's been beating my daughter for years, and I never knew." Ric managed to say, sitting back in his chair, unable to move. "What kind of a father am I?"

Ric sat listening to Courtney, Nikki and Bree trying to explain to him and the others what Adam had put Faith through for years now. "She used to turn up at 3am asking if she could crash on the sofa, and every time she did, she brought a new bruise with her." Nikki sighed, Matt pulling her into a secure hug.

John sat in silence. Unable to let the information sink in. This was Faith, his Faith. The girl that he couldn't stop thinking about, and when he did it was only to dream about her. The one he couldn't stay mad at. The only girl who made him shy, the only girl after Liz to make his heart skip a beat.

And he couldn't even protect her.

"Well, why ain't we calling the police?" Randy asked, slamming his fist on the table. In his semi drunken state he was growing angrier.

"Ring the police?" Jeff asked as if it was the stupidest thing he had ever heard.

"Yes ring the police rainbow boy." Randy growled.

"Are you silly sunbeam?" Courtney piped up. "Ringing the police is the last thing we do."

"Why? The police can get this sorted out and Adam put behind bars."

"Or he could take Faith hostage and kill her. Like he tried to last time." Bree narrowed her eyes in the general direction of the men.

"Come on, Reagan's plane landed five minutes ago." Ric said getting out of his chair. "Time to go save my daughter." He whispered.

A/N: well reviews would be nice. I'll update faster that way lol.

Abz xxx