Having Fayth

Beautiful rage

Blain

Ren's forehead creased, crossing his arms over his chest, as he took in my duffel bag by my side standing on his front porch.

"Beer is in the fridge. You can drop your stuff in the spare room." He backed up opening the door wider to let me pass. My head hung low as feelings of rage for the situation and an ache ate away at my chest recalling the look on Fayth's face when I left.

She had begged me to stay. Pleaded with me to tell her I love her and that I was just getting cold feet, but I couldn't do that. Her life as well as the life of my mother was at stake. I would do anything for either of them, and that includes breaking her heart for a little while to keep her safe.

"So, are you going to tell me what the hell happened? For years you have gone on and on about your feelings for her and now you show up to my house with your bag and a look like someone killed your puppy." Ren looks down at me from the bedroom doorway as I lay across the full-size bed. His arms still crossed over his body but this time with two bottles of beer held between the fingers of one hand. I know he's disappointed. It's sketched all over his face.

I sighed scrubbing my hands over my face feeling helpless. "Someone has been watching Fayth and I. They had to have been."

Ren's arms uncross and he walks into the room pulling a chair out from the desk sat in the corner of the room. "And?" he asked as if prompting me to continue.

I blew out a strained breath. "And they threatened to harm her and my mother if I didn't break her heart and leave her. It probably didn't help that Brice walked in on us." I covered my eyed with my hand wondering what else could go to shit today.

Ren whistled out a long sigh. "Ok, that is rough." He cracked open one of the bottles and handed it to me before doing the same for himself. He took a long swig of the light golden contents before speaking again, "Are you going to call the police?"

I shook my head. "No, not yet. It's too soon. They could still be watching, and I can't put them in more danger. I need to figure out who is behind this." I sat up chugging half of the bottle. The contents doing nothing to alleviate the emotions warring inside of me.

"Have you spoken to your mom about this? Or Brice?" Ren asked thoughtfully.

Again, I shook my head. "Brice told me to leave just before I got the texts, and my mom hasn't been answering her phone."

"You don't think-"

"No," I cut him off. "We share locations. She's at work. Just probably busy. She'll call back tonight or in the morning." I told him.

He nodded seeming to relax and then concern crossed his face again, "ok, next question, what happens if when it's all said and done Fayth doesn't want you back?"

Was he serious? This wasn't even the time to think about that, but selfishly the moment the words left his mouth I was hit with jealousy and a throbbing in my chest. I never considered the real possibility that Fayth wouldn't understand, forgive me, and take me back.

My thumbs clicked across the screen of my phone before it was rudely snatched from my possession. "This is for your own good," Ren said turning it off. "Texting or calling any of them can put them in more danger. Tomorrow we will talk with my dad and see what we can do to get a trace on the number that texted you." He shook his head. "I was just asking so that you can be prepared. You should have told her, man. She deserved to know, but that's not an option now. Now, you just have to accept whatever comes of this."

I nod in compliance halfheartedly, but this is going to be a long night. I finished my beer and let my head fall into my hands in frustration. I would give anything to be home with my Love bug right now. Curled up watching a movie. Listening to her giggle at a flick we had seen a thousand times as if it were the very first time she's seen it. Fuck, I miss her already.