Fate

3

3 years later
Faiths POV

I watch as the fancy people dance with their fancy dresses and fancy freaking shoes. Ok I might be a little drunk. But seriously, the bitch in the golden dress can snap her fucking ankle right now. She just- bleh.

I look around for my fathers. "Papa," I say, in a weird voice. I swallow, hoping that he doesn't try to shoot me for that. He's a bit violent sometimes.

I spot him, noticing his gray hair. "OLD MAN!" I yell. I immediately throw a hand over my mouth and crouch down to sort of waddle to him.

"Faith Marshall," he hisses, "get your ass over here right now." Uh-oh. I made him angry. I giggle to myself.

"What tis it father?" I ask, mocking the fancy people. God, I really need to sober up. "Are you... drunk?" he asks looking in my eyes.

"Psht- no. You're just losing your sight and imagining things," I say, holding my chin up high. "Faith go home. NOW!" he says.

"Fine but only cause you said please," I sarcastically reply, flipping him off as I walk away. I owe that man nothing. He's made my life living hell since I left my number with Declan Miller. He broke my damn phone the second I said something about it.

I had no way of contacting again. I went to the house but no one was there. I really wanted to freaking kill him already. I've had dreams of slowly watching the light flow out of his eyes, whatever color they are, and look up at my father who had a smile on his face. Of course that was only a dream. Ugh.

I need to see his face. I need to know what exactly he looks like. It's hard to not fucking know. A wild goose chase, that's what it is.

I call my driver and tell him to pick me up and take me back to the palace. Once I'm in the car, I drift off.

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Waking up in a car then having to walk up some stupid fucking stairs (seriously what's the point of having them?) just to get in the comfort of my bed. I take off my fancy dress and almost rip it. I want to shoot it. Tear it. Light it on fire. So I do it. I mean I'm tired, but the show is worth it.

Putting the dress on the mannequins body and shooting at it felt the best. After I shot it 10 times, I pulled it off and stuck one of my fingers into a bullet hole and tore. All of it. I screamed a bit too.

Walking outside with shorts and a hoodie on was the best feeling ever. I gripped the match and lighter fluid in my hands and smiled down at the dress. Once I got away from the house just enough, I throw it on the ground and stomp on it. I poor the yummy fluid all over the dress, drenching it. Then I light it on fire with the match and watch it burn.

Maybe arson isn't bad after all, my inner voice said. Shit, maybe it's not. I'm pulled out of my thoughts by a hand going over my mouth with a funny smelling cloth. No, no, no. This can't happen to me. ME? A FUCKING ASSASSIN? If 2+2 is 4, and 5+5 is 10, then what the FUCK is this?

I elbow the stranger in the stomach, but they grabbed a hold of my arms. "Hey," I mumbled into the cloth, "I'll pay you to let me go." I try not to breath and manage to get my nose over the cloth just enough.

He chuckled. "No, I've been waiting way too long for this," and pulled the cloth over my nose.

Bye bye world. Bye bye palace. Bye bye dress, I think as the world around me goes blank.

Waking up, I have a killer headache. This is worse than a hangover. Although I have one of those too. "Hello," I say. "HELLO!" I yell. "If you're there, I want you to know that it's not cool to take advantage of a drunk girl. Last night I was shitfaced. And you nimrods took me. Or is it just one person? I don't know but if you don't let me go, I'll gauge your fucking eyes out with my fingers," I threaten.

I huff. "Okay, you win. Come out. Like now," I say. Okay. This isn't going too well. I click my tongue. "Awkward," I say in a sing-song voice.

"Ok fine. Wake me up in an hour," I say. I try to get comfortable but ropes aren't really my thing. Neither is a chair, but I think I'll make do.

"Are you done?" a deep voice says, startling me. "No?" I ask. He walks out of the shadows and my jaw drops. Why did the man who kidnapped me have to be hot?

I take a good look at him. Olive skin, brown hair, strong build, and brown eyes. Just my type. "Aye papi, how you doin'?" I say, instantly regretting it. Stupid fucking mouth.

"Shut your fucking mouth," he says. "Harsh," I whisper, "I like it," I say a bit louder. He walks up to me at a quick speed and grabs my chin.

"Name," he says. "Uh- Remy," I lie. "Liar. Let's try this again," he says as he grabs my finger and bends it backwards, "name."

I wince in pain as he bends it back further. "None.. of your... goddamn business," I grunt. I push my body forward to try and bite him. It's the only thing I can think of. He backs up and let's go as he sees what I'm trying to do.

"Are you trying to fucking bite me?" he asks, humor evident in his eyes. "Well I'm kinda tied up here so- yeah," I conclude.

That being said, I start rocking the chair back and forth. Finally getting the right amount of momentum, the chair tips back and breaks. Wooden chairs? Really?

I slip my hands from my back to my front while getting to my feet. He reaches for something behind his back and I quickly run to him and wrench my arms around his neck from behind, putting him in a chokehold.

Even though he's a bit taller than me, I step on his leg to get height, then I wrap my legs around his waist. I drop deadweight and pull back, forcing him to fall on the ground. I lock my legs in place and choke harder.

"Now who the fuck are you?" I ask.

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i honestly don't know about this chapter. i don't know if these are too short. i wanna know so uh- lmk in the comments😁