Chapter 13
Tell me where our time went
And if it was time well spent
Just don't let me fall asleep
Feeling empty again
Cause I fear I might break
and I fear I can't take it
Tonight I'll lie awake feeling empty
I can feel the pressure
It's getting closer now
We're better off without you
I can feel the pressure
It's getting closer now
We're better off without you
Now that I'm losing hope
And there's nothing else to show
For all of the days that we spent
Carried away from home
Some things I'll never know
And I had to let them go
I'm sitting all alone feeling empty
I can feel the pressure
It's getting closer now
We're better off without you
I can feel the pressure
It's getting closer now
We're better off without you
Without you
Some things I'll never know
And I had to let them go
Some things I'll never know
And I had to let them go
I'm sitting all alone feeling empty
I can feel the pressure
It's getting closer now
We're better off without you
Feel the pressure
It's getting closer now
You're better off without me
The song on the radio finished.
John sat in the back of the car; Faith's head lay on his lap, as she slept not as peacefully as he had hoped. He had tried to sleep. But it was impossible; the girl he loved had just killed someone. Someone he knew.
Faith grumbled in her sleep, turning again. Where were they now? On the run. Reagan had made it look as if Adam had gone crazy and killed himself. Now they were going to Ric's holiday home. How long would it be until Adam's death was plastered across new stands? A matter of hours, maybe.
Most of the group had returned to London. Not because they wanted to, only because they had to. Courtney and Randy sat in the front seats, John, Faith and Reagan in the back. Behind them, Nikki, Matt, Bree, AJ and Jeff, followed. They climbed out of the cars; John carried Faith to the front desk.
"Hi, I need," Courtney turned to do a quick head count, "ten tickets to Lanzarote." She smiled, handing over the emergency credit card Ric had given her and Faith. The blonde behind the desk handed them all their tickets with a fake smile. This soon disappeared when Nikki growled at her.
After handing over the little amount of clothes the group had brought with them, they headed off to the waiting area. John settled down in a seat with Faith sat on his lap, her arm around his neck and her face buried into his neck.
"Faith baby." John whispered in her ear knowing that she wasn't completely asleep.
"Hmm?" She answered almost immediately.
"We have to get on the plane."
"Ok." Faith got to her feet. The girls had managed to change her into new clothes before they left. On the way to the airport they got rid of her old, ripped, bloodstained ones. She wore a short denim skirt, a pair of black footless tights, a white tank top and a pair of flip flops, the same as Courtney. Bree and Nikki had managed to get changed as well. Reagan wore the same outfit she had worn all night.
Faith fell back asleep once on the plane and slept straight through until John nudged her. "Faith. We're getting off now." He was distant. She was afraid. How long was it going to last?
A/N: Small chapter I know. But I'm ill. Review please. I can see Bree now, dancing & singing not very long