𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙁𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙚𝙧'𝙨 𝙂𝙞𝙧𝙡

Ch.12 - The Usual

~A/N~ A picture of how I envision the flirty and insane Faye. Except, Faye definitely likes to keep a bob or pixie cut ;)

As soon as Faye dropped me off home, I shut the raggedy front door of my house and belly flopped onto the living room sofa.

"Hmm...today sucked." I muttered face down into the grungy material. I can't even begin to describe the wonderful high school experiences I had after that scene in the hallway.

If being in a supply closet with Dean wasn't uncomfortable enough, then the whole world outside it surely was. A handful of gossiping girls glared so many daggers at me, even Wolverine himself couldn't have lived through it.

Then the rest of the student population avoided me as if I was some crazy chick who was on the verge of a psychotic break. I bet you $20, that if a random stranger saw the way groups of people dodged out of my way, they'd think I was Moses.

And that's not even the best part...

When I caught back up with Faye, I ended up having to lie to her about why I snapped. Which pushed me into further dishonesty about what happened between Dean and I. Mind you, it is hard for me since I hate lying. Faye has been too good a friend to me, and keeping this part of my life a secret from her will be just as painful as it is to hide it from my family.

The only thing about today that comes even remotely close to an upside are my plans to start training. At least with him I'm building up a glimmering hope of getting away from this nightmare. I swear, the second I'm capable enough to take him on, I will. Plain and simple.

I won't stop till he's face down and unconscious on the floor. Even that is ten times better than what he truly deserves.

Earlier, Dean caught me on my way out of school, and scribbled an address on the first piece of paper he saw. Oddly enough, in his eyes, that piece of paper happened to be my left hand. Despite all the threatening scowls I could muster, Buff's Gym: 36 Jersey Ave is my newest removable tattoo .

I'm beginning to hate that boy.

Anyway, I'm supposed to meet him there tomorrow at 6.

Speaking of which, how am I going to keep Jack in the dark about this? He may act like a brute, but he's not as dumb as one, especially when sober. That man can smell a rat from a mile away, and as Jack always says, all rats die.

Moral of the story: DO NOT get caught.

If I continue thinking about this any longer I'm going to scare myself right back to where I started. Blindly waiting for a miracle that's never going to come.

I pushed myself off the sofa and back onto my feet.

"Back to routine." I sigh out softly to myself.

Deluging amounts of chores to be done, dinner to be cooked, and not-so-disciplinary beatings to be avoided. The usual.

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"Hey Faye, I need you to do me a big favor." I say into the receiving end of my house phone. As much as I would love to use my cell, I can't. Its still in the gritty paws of you know who. So I've been reduced to using ancient technology.

"Anything but murder, Pae. I'm already helping someone else with that." she answers, feigning seriousness.

"Darn. That's why I was calling. Who is it this time?"

"The victim or my accomplice?"

"The victim, genius." Amusement begins to overlay into my voice.

"Oh, it's Hilary. You know, that sleazy Bratz doll that's always stalking prey in the hallways. Yeah, I was going to beat her with those ridiculous ten inch heels of hers, bury her in a junkyard, then dance on the grave. You can come join if you want." Faye factually states, although we're both aware she's bluffing.

I burst out laughing.

Seconds later, my happiness gets contagious and Faye's loud cackling explodes through the phone.

"O-only you.." I struggle to force out the awkward reply. I start clutching my stomach, and the phone almost slips from my hand. "Only you, Faye!" Leaning on a wall beside me for support, I let go of my stomach and clamp a hand over my mouth, trying to stop my incessant giggling. My attempts are thwarted by the continuous waves of laughter, resulting a pig-like snort. This only makes me and Faye laugh harder.

"We so need to get our heads examined." My best friend chimes, matching my endeavors to gaining composure.

I finally calm myself and remember what I called for.

"Oh yeah Faye, there's something important I have to do tomorrow around six. Could you cover for me? It's important."

"Hun, do you really think you have to ask? As the best friend of a girl whose never broken a rule, I've lived my entire life waiting for this moment. Mark it on your calendar Patience! Tomorrow at six, you will be with gracious little Faye, who is generously tutoring you for upcoming exams."

Your an angel, Faye.

I was seconds away from giving a heartfelt thanks, but the sound of gravel crackling on my pavement reached my ears first. I didn't have to peek out the window to know who was entering my driveway.

"I owe you one, Faye." I say smiling gratefully into the phone. "Wish I could talk more but my uncle just got home. Gotta go." I say in a hurry, then hang up.

Jack isn't too keen on me making numerous calls in the first place, so walking in on me in the middle of one is just a conflict waiting to happen. For all he knows, its social services.

I walk up the stairs and into my room, before hearing the front door open. In comes the expected thud of my uncle's heavy footsteps.

What I wasn't expecting were the numerous other footsteps and voices that came in with him.

"Jack, where's the beer?" An unknown voice shouts out.

"RJ, use that colossal sized head of yours and think. They're in the fridge." Jack bellows in irritation. Seems like my uncle has made yet another douche bag friend to match his personality.

After five minutes worth of several other more familiar, yet intoxicated, voices of men downstairs, realization dawned on me. Jack must be having another one of his infamous guys nights. Which usually consists of three components.

Beer and vodka.

Swearing and old boxing tapes.

And plenty of cigarette buds --but on rare occasions-- something a little extra.

Nights like these were were I learned about the world Deans a part of.

More than anything I wish I wasn't hear right now. Having a fuse like Jack parade around the house all day is one thing. Now their was seven of him.

There are a minute few places in the world worse for a teenage girl to be, than in a house full of inhibition infested crooks, with an emotionally vacant uncle.

I close my room door and pray to god that none of them think about the fact that Jack isn't the only person living in this house.

~A/N~ I know I'm taking forever with these chapters and apologize for that. I just got back from visiting family in North Carolina. I will try to do better.

What do you guys think of the story so far? Good? Bad? Halfway Decent? You gotta tell me what you think. I'm no mind reader people ;) I'm also cooking up a new story. I'll tell you when it begins, but for now keep an eye out!

BTW: Dean and Patience will finally get to their training next chapter!!!

Oh yeah, did you guys hear about Paul Walker? He's the chill blonde guy that was the main character in almost every "Fast and the Furious" movie. He died a few days ago when his porche collided with a tree. His driver was also killed. The worst part is that they had just finished celebrating his 40th birthday. I'm still in shock:'(

A moment of silence for Paul Waker......

Ok people, I'll see you in the next chapter. And by all means, drive safely.