Chapter 12

Faith ran past Adam, she caught him off guard. She ran for the front door, locked. That would have been way too easy for Adam. She turned to try and find another escape route, trying to remember the emergency kit her and Reagan had set up in case Adam got out of hand, but he stood in her way.

"Well that was productive wasn't it?" He laughed viciously, making Faith shiver.

"Adam please," She begged. "Don't do this." He laughed her off.

"Don't do this." He whined, mocking her. He grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her back through into the living room, he pressed her face against the glass of the photos on the wall. Through the tears she saw happier days. "We had this." He screamed in her ear. "And you took it away!" He threw her to the floor, ripping the frames from the walls and throwing them to the floor beside her. They smashed around her.

Meanwhile…

Reagan stood by the curb, looking up to the lights of Adam's apartment. She heaved her bag onto her shoulder. When would Faith learn? She adjusted the strap on her top. She hadn't had time to change, she came straight away. So a cami vest top and a pair of three quarter length jeans weren't exactly perfect clothing for the cold north east air that whipped around her small frame.

"Rea?" Ric voice cut through the air. She turned fast to face him. She flung herself into his arms, he hugged her tightly. "She's gunna be okay." He whispered to her. Fact was Reagan had known Faith and Ric for a while now. Before Faith had started dancing she and Reagan had been friends.

Reagan stood back, attempting to compose herself. She breathed deeply. Now, she noticed the people around Ric. People Reagan noticed from her love of wrestling and from the pictures Faith had sent her. John Cena stood by Randy Orton and a small group of girls. "Bree, Nikki, Courtney." Reagan smiled at them, her smile soon disappeared when a scream interrupted there thoughts from above. "How long has she been up there?" Reagan asked throwing her bag at Randy. "Don't lose that." She warned.

"Since she left me." John whispered. Nikki looked at him, gob smacked.

"You're off your rocker kid." She narrowed her eyes at him.

"Here's the plan." Reagan said, keying in the security number for Adam's apartment.

Meanwhile….

Adam had worn himself out. Faith laid on the floor, scared to move, broken glass around her. She could no longer feel any part of her body, just an all over numb pain. Adam sat with his back to the wall, half a bottle of Jack Daniels in his hand. A cigarette in the other. His head slumped on his left shoulder. His eyes had been closed for a while now, his breathing deeper. He seemed to be sleeping. Faith tried, as quietly as possible to get up. She made her way to their bedroom.

The emergency kit? A box under Faith and Adam's bed, holding the only thing Faith would ever need. Faith hid it in the back of her jeans. Adam's hoodie that she still wore covered it. She walked quietly but quickly back into the living room. He was gone. Her eyes searched the room for him. She gulped hard as she checked behind her. Out of no where he hit her so hard that she fell back over the coffee table and onto the shattered glass covered floor. She screamed out in pain.

"You wanna know what I'm going to do to you." Adam sneered, as he got up in her face.

"What?" She dared to scream back at him. He looked startled at her sudden outburst. "Come on, tell me!" She demanded managing to get back to her feet. "Or is that it? Huh Adam? All talk and no play?" She sneered.

"Shut up!" He screamed at her, he picked up the vase from the floor and raised it over her head.

"Ah, ah, ah," Faith wagged her finger in front of his face. With the other hand she held up the contents of the emergency box.

"W… where did yo … you get that from?" Adam stuttered as Faith waved the gun in front of his face, the vase crashed to the floor beside them.

"Well baby," An evil smile played on her lips. "I kinda got sick of being pushed around. So I got something that might, ya know, even things up a bit."

Meanwhile….

Reagan raced up the stairs to Adam's apartment, the others close behind. She got to the door and waited for everyone to catch up.

"Okay here's the deal. He's gunna be mad, and I mean real mad. So, girls when we get in there, you go straight for Faith. Get her out of there as quick as possible. Boys. Here's your time to shine. Take him out. Kill him if you have to. I don't care if he was ever your friend. I don't care if he's your brother. Do what it takes, because I will too." She closed her eyes and prayed to herself, then looked up at Ric. His daughter was in there, she'd been in so much trouble for years, but she'd never said anything to him. "Be strong. She is." Reagan nodded at him with a sympathetic smile. "Ok, lets go." Reagan opened the door.

"Are you going to kill me?" Adam's voice echoed off the walls of the apartment. Faith laughed. "You haven't got the guts to, have you?" Adam grew cocky again. Reagan held the others back as they listened.

"Don't be bloody silly." Faith flicked her hair over her shoulder. "If I wanted to kill you, I would have done it years ago."

"Stupid bitch." Adam attempted to over power Faith, he reached out for the gun. Reagan and the others watched in astonishment as a single gun shot screamed through the air. Both bodies slumped to the floor. Only one breathed out in relief. But who?

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