Dust

Chapter 20

Faith POV: My hands are trembling as I drive back to the hospital. I can't believe we just did that... We just had sex... I just slept with my married ex-husband...

Shake it off, Faith. It'll never happen again... At least, I don't think it will...

He loves her. He may not see that in the heat of the moment, but he loves her like crazy... He doesn't have that same spark with me, and I can't let him throw that away.

Mark meets me at the hospital door, and immediately begins to hook me up to the machines as we land on the mental ward floor. I don't even remember falling asleep, it happened so fast.

 I'm staring down at a shot glass, trying to keep myself on my barstool, when Tim comes in to drag me out. I push him, and begin to scream for someone to help me get away from him. Luckily, the other patrons dismiss me as a drunken wife, and don't hurt him. I think that's the only case where that is a good thing...

Tim drags me backstage, grabs me a grilled cheese, and forces me to eat. When I push him away, he just tries another approach.

"Come on, baby..." He finally says. I see the annoyance in his eyes, and start to eat some of the sandwich. Of course, he has to feed it to me, because I can barely sit straight. "I'm going to cancel the show, okay? Then we'll go back to the hotel and get some sleep, and maybe schedule something tomorrow." He says, running his fingers through my wet hair.

"No! No, I'm fine." I pipe out, grabbing on his arm. Adam walks in with my wardrobe for the night.

"How's my girl looking?" He says, kissing me on the cheek. Tim looks as if he wants to crawl out of his skin.

"We are canceling the show." Tim says. I punch him in the stomach in protest, causing him to get frustrated.

"Bullshit. I'm fine!" I yell, feeling as if I've been undermined. Adam laughs.

"I think she's fine." Adam says, grabbing some pills out of my bag for hangovers.

"Adam, she's pregnant, and drunk off her ass... People can't see her like this." Tim says, going over to speak it out with him. Adam gets a handful of the pills and tries to shove them in my mouth. I try to spit them back out.

"I'm fine! I don't need those." I say, spitting them on the counter. Tim stands for a moment in shock at how many pills he's trying to feed me.

"Don't give her that many." He says, seeming a little defeated.

"She'll be fine." Adam says, putting the pills back in his hand and throwing them in my mouth against my will. He covers my mouth with his hand in an effort to keep them in until I swallow them.

"Knock it off, Adam!" Tim says, trying to get him to let me go. I finally swallow the pills.

Within a few minutes, I'm drugged up, and drunk. I can't speak clearly, and can't walk a straight line. Tim panics and tricks me into the bathroom. Before I know it, his fingers are down my throat and I'm puking up more pills. I lay on the floor and cry, as he rubs my back.

"I'm sorry.... I just want to be the way you want me..." I cry out, looking up at him. He runs his fingers through my hair and shakes his head.

"I want you to be you, honey. You don't have to be something you're not." He says. I nod slowly. "I love you so much, baby." He says, grabbing my hand. I smile through my tears.

"I love you too..." I say.

Suddenly, somebody knocks on the door, telling us we have two minutes till showtime. Tim takes a deep breath, and brings me to my feet. He wipes away my tears, and then lets hair and makeup frantically try to make me less of a wreck. I throw on my dress, and we run out to the stage.