Having Fayth

Fallen angel

Fayth

A tapping at my door woke me from my sleep. It wasn't as if it had been a particularly pleasant dream, I could still see flashes of that man's face and hear the gurgling and sputtering as he coughed up more blood.

I squeezed my eyes shut tightly against the bright light that filled the room. "Fayth, are you awake." He called from the other side of the door.

It's too early for this shit, I thought before responding. "No, I'm dead. Go away!" I grumbled back, pulling the blankets over my face and sinking back into the pillow. I was just about to doze off before I was suddenly crushed into the mattress, and I let out a scream.

I heard him chuckle "Nope, still alive. Your screams could wake the dead though."

I tried to push him off, but he wouldn't budge. Instead, he gave a yawn "I'm so tired. Maybe I'll just sleep right here." He mused before collapsing on top of me. Christ! What have they been feeding this man? He feels like a ton of bricks. I struggled beneath him pulling the blankets off my face. "Axel! You're crushing me, you fat cow!" I huffed giggling at the grin on his faux sleeping face.

I pulled my knees up hoping to catch him in the stomach, but he caught them in his hands and spread my legs further settling himself between them. Heat pooled in my most intimate space.

What is wrong with me?

"I think I like you like this." He smirked twisting a lock of my hair around his finger. "Messy hair, pinned to the bed beneath me." He ran his lips in a soft graze against my chin and I struggled to breathe, not from his crushing weight, but the intensity of his words. "Hot, needy, and blushing under my touch."

He rolled his pelvis into mine and my eyes rolled back and closed. I heard him let out a soft humming sound in the back of his throat before he disappeared from above me. My eyes shot open to see him standing over me, his hand extended, and an ear-to-ear smile on his face. "Sorry, sweetheart, but that's going to have to wait for another time. We're late to the training room."

I rolled my eyes, slapping his hand away, and climbing out of bed. "What are we doing today?" I asked in annoyance as I grabbed the clothes he had brought me, and entered the bathroom.

I saw him shrug through the bathroom mirror before I slid it closed. "I was thinking we can go into the shooting range for a little while and work on your aim and then into hand-to-hand combat. That seems to help you clear your head." I gave a forced smile, walking out of the bathroom. I was dressed in black shorts and one of his t-shirts. I tied it at my hip so it wouldn't get in the way during training. My heart was in my throat. I wasn't ready for the shooting range. The thought alone made me tremble and my breathing come uneasily. But I agreed anyways walking down to the training room and into the shooting range.

Today, shooting was going worse than the first time. I kept seeing the intruder before me. It caused my hands to shake. The thought that the weapon in my hands carried the potential to end anyone's existence was haunting. I couldn't even manage to gain a clear grouping. Axel walked up behind, seeming to understand my anxiousness. His hands gripped my hips as he set my stance using one of his feet to nudge mine further apart. His hands slid up my body and flowed down my arms like water until his hands held mine wrapped around the weapon. "It will get easier when you remember, it was your life or his." He whispered into my ear. "Don't hesitate to choose yourself over someone else, because I'll never choose someone else's life over yours." I looked over to stair into his burning gaze and gulped down my nerves and sadness.

He was right.

It was me or the intruder.

I need to start choosing myself.