2: Saving Miss Clumsy (John Pearce/Justice Crew)

Chapter 4

* Faith’s POV *

The night was young and I was alone in an unfamiliar room. There weren’t any windows, or even other furniture present, just a couch, which I sat on. The room was dimly lit, and too quiet for my liking. It was as if I was playing the lead role in a horror movie and a murderer was coming to get me.

Footsteps were heard outside of the room, piercing my heart with fear. That in any second, the killer would come and stab me numerous times, while he would laugh out loud, loving how I would feel the whole time. Muffled conversations were now heard on the other side of the door as I slipped of the sofa and onto the ground, hiding my face as I was hugging my knees tightly.

“Where are you?” An unfamiliar man chanted as I took a glance on the knob of the door, hoping he would just leave me alone.

And as I felt he was about to open the door, a shrill of a girl’s voice sounded within the foreign place, perhaps the intruder left and headed out to check where that sound came from.

For some odd reason, curiosity knocked me off my feet and I found myself leaving the room and see things for myself.

I saw the girl crying in one corner, hugging her knees tightly. She was being beaten by a married couple, who seems like high on drugs. They laughed the whole time they kicked the little girl’s body like she was a punching bag. They didn’t care if she was already limping, or covered with warm blood gushing all over her body.

And that made me mad at those heartless people. “Stop!” I screamed, despite the fact I was alone and there were two of them. But they acted like they didn’t hear me, like I wasn’t even there.

“Stop! Stop! Stop!!” I yelled in their faces but they continued to ignore me. Throwing punches at them didn’t even make them stop.

“Stop!!!”

“Faith… Faith….” Someone violently shook me, waking me up from my thoughts, or I should say my sleep. “Faith, wake up.”

Slowly, I opened my eyes, but panting and sweating about the dream I had. It felt too real, like that little girl was me. Blade watched me with worried eyes as he tried to calm me down.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, but I didn’t reply and stayed quiet, running my thoughts back to that sickening nightmare.

Everything in that dream made me confused a bit more. Who were the married couple? Why were they beating up the little girl? What did the little girl do for them to get mad like that? These questions started flooding my mind as I fought my eyes to go back to sleep and check if I could continue the dream and get some answers.

But nothing happened. Closing my eyes didn’t make me fall asleep and continue the story, no matter how much I despise the people in my dream.

I was desperate to find some answers, only because it has been recurring. Yes, I admit this wasn’t the first time. I’ve seen those persons in my dream too often within the last year and still now, I haven’t figured out who they were.

As I opened my eyes once again, I got into thinking. Was that guy my dad? Is that why mum left us because she didn’t like how my dad became abusive? But then again, the mum in my dream was also abusive, and basing it on Blade’s stories, my dad was far off from the man in my dream. He was a good father.

“Faith… I’m here if you want to talk about it.” Blade uttered as he noticed my perplexed state. “What was your dream about?”

I shook my head, not wanting to give him any troubles. It was just a dream, and even if I think I was that little girl, I’m grown up now. Blade wouldn’t hurt me or anything, plus, I’ve got the security watching me always.