Having Fayth

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Fayth

"You can't stay in bed all day, Little one." His raspy morning voice met my ear and brought with it a soft blanket of comfort. I sniffled turning my head into my pillow only to be washed in the scent of Blain once again and the peace I felt upon waking up was swept away like a title wave.

"I can and I will" I whined like a petulant child, pulling the blankets over my head bathing myself in the smell of Blain's bodywash. It constricted around my heart like an anaconda ready to choke the very life from my own embrace. I'm holding on by a thread. My fragile grasp on my sanity was cracking with each passing beat in my chest.

Axel grumbled beside me before rolling me on to my back and pulling the blankets down to my chest. "I get it. You're hurting. You feel like your life is ending." There was anger and pain in his eyes before he blinked it away and I was met with pure compassion. "Let me take you somewhere. If you hate it, you can crawl back into bed, and I won't ask you again."

I thought it over for a moment ready to decline his offer before he spoke again, his fingers cupping my chin. "Please, Fayth? I hate seeing you like this."

I nod my head against my better judgment and watched as he walked out of B's room and into mine only to return with clothes for me.

Glad that he put together an outfit for me because I didn't have the energy to care, I stepped into the bathroom to change.

Black jeans, Black cut off t-shirt, and black combat boots. It's not something I would usually pick out for myself, but it matched my mood and I guess I can be grateful that he didn't put me in some sparkly, shiny, yellow or some shit. I pulled my hair back in a sleek ponytail and checked myself in the mirror.

You would think I was dying. I looked sick. My face sunken in and pale. My eyes were a dull shade of their usual deep ocean blue, rimmed in red and pinks, puffy and tender to the touch. My nose held a pink glow. I was a mess. Splashing water on my face I gave my reflection a shrug before stepping out of the bathroom.

Axel sat on the edge of the bed, his head lifting from his phone, and I'm hit with another remembrance of yesterday when my whole world fell apart and my best friend in the world walked out on me. Oblivious to the inner turmoil racking my psyche, Axel meet my glassy gaze with a kind smile. "Ready?" he asked, his voice bringing that same momentary comfort it granted in the first few moments of my waking.

"As ready as I'll ever be," I shrugged. I wasn't ready though. All I wanted to do was stay in that bed until Blain's scent was replaced with mine and then move on to his jacket and hoodies.

Axel grabbed my hand as we walk out of the house. "Where are we going?" I asked only half interested as we climbed into his car.

"It's a surprise but I think it's just the thing you need right now."

Blain

It was late into the afternoon before Ren's father came around for a visit. He showed up in his usual attire, black suit, white button down, and a tie. We spent the next twenty minutes running down the events of the last few days. "That's all the information I have," I huffed out while Ren's father scratched his chin in thought.

His brows scrunched together much like Ren's do when he's thinking over a particularly difficult problem. "I've gotta be honest with you, you don't have a lot to go off. I mean, for all we know this could just be a prank."

I grit my teeth together trying to hold my composure. There is no point in cursing out the only person who could help me right now. "It didn't feel like a prank when they were threatening our lives."

His nod in agreeance brought me a little ease that he wasn't going to blow this off as jealousy and pranks.

"Tell you what," he said combing his fingers through his salt and pepper hair, "leave the number with me and I'll see what I can do."

Relief flooded my veins. Ren's father works for one of the best security companies in the area. He has connections in local law enforcement and with their help we just might have a chance at finding out who is behind the threatening messages. I couldn't risk the stalker seeing me contacting the police, but there's nothing to see when I'm just a guy hanging out with his best friend and his dad. I'm just licking my wounds over a broken heart.

"Maybe we should keep this going until my dad hears back," Ren interjected.

I must have been looking at him like he had grown three heads because he clarified without missing a beat. "This person was watching you and Fayth, probably for a long time. They may still be watching you. Right now, they see you staying with me which is what they would expect from a person in the midst of a breakup, so what would they expect of you in the coming days?" he asked, and I saw the twinkle in his eyes.

"We have to get you out of the house, so they see you socializing and think you have moved on from Fayth. Then they might not only leave her alone but would think that they succeeded in whatever their plan was."

I thought it over before nodding my head slowly. There isn't even one singular part of me that wants to go out and socialize at the moment, but his plan makes the most sense. "What's the plan?" I asked swallowing hard, knowing I'm going to hate it.

"We plan a party for a few days out. We'll post pictures on social media, so it looks legit." He said smiling proud of his idea.

I raised a brow and grimaced at the plan, "I don't know about pictures, man. What if Fayth sees them and gets the wrong idea?" guilt and fear swirled in my stomach making me feel sick at what she would think seeing pictures of me partying just days after breaking up with her.

"Do you plan to be tongue wrestling other girls at the party?" he glared in warning.

I was taken a bit back by the protectiveness I saw in my best friend. "Of fucking course not!"

"Then I guess you have nothing to worry about." He shrugged.