Her.

One.

Im sure the book will seem a bit boring but trust me it gets better ;). I worked hard on this book and I'm happy to finally be publishing it. Hope you enjoy! :)💙

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Faye lays beside William her breaths deep and quick her chest pumping up and down in rhythm as she wiped the sweat that dropped down her forehead sitting up snatching up her bra. "Leaving so soon?" Williams deep voice spoke , she could tell in his voice that there was desperation; he wanted her to lay with him. To feel her skin against his and hold her small body and breath in her vanilla scent that made him go crazy.

"Yeah I got other things to do." She answered coldly putting on her clothes in a swift movement trying to hurry up and avoid his topic of conversation. Faye didn't want to talk about her feelings or really anything of that matter she had just gotten free from jail only a couple of hours ago, the last thing she wanted was to talk about her feelings to some guy she fucked from school. William was just another body for her to use, as much as he tried to push a relationship on her; she made it clear she wasn't suitable to be a girlfriend.

"You know you could stay here for a bit and relax." He said trying to persuade her into staying "You did just get out of jail Faye."

"Nope." She responded slipping on her shoe before walking over to his side of his bed kissing his sweaty forehead "Thanks though." She smiled her hazel eyes dancing with fire before she walks out before William could say anything.

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Faye enters her home seeing that it was the same, not that she expected anything different but she liked how the feeling of coming home without any changes made her feel. The kitchen counters gray marble still there along with the white tiled floor and large tv that was in the living room hung above a fireplace with a loveseat in front of it. Her hazel eyes fell on her brother face who looked at her "How was jail loser?"

"It was fine." She answered as he made his way towards the kitchen. She followed him leaning on the counter "How's mom and dad since I left?" It was like a reflex to ask that question, Faye absolutely adored her parents but it only seemed to go one way...considering the amount of abuse she endured at a young age.

"Their fine." He answered shrugging opening the refrigerator "Your arrest didn't phase them."

Faye looked down at the floor sighing , of course it didn't all they cared about was themselves. They didn't even have the fucking nerve to pick me up from jail. She felt anger rise in her body why should she care ? Her father was a fraud and an alcoholic along with her mother being his whore and drug mule. Sure they both were highly respected people and had a very expensive lifestyle but Faye saw right through them, they were fakes. They didn't have the audacity to even bail her out or be there for her court hearing...nothing.

"When are you moving out anyway?" She asked "I thought you'd move out by 23." Her brothers brown eyes rolled annoying by her questions, he could also care about her too. He was 23 year old man still living with his parents with no job or anything to support him ;a college drop out with no life. He was too busy playing Fortnite or jerking off to porn to actually go out to do anything, he was attractive too and that made it even more sadder. He had a strong body and stood tall with broad shoulders, had soft curly blonde hair that he was too lazy to fix up but...that was Jake.

Faye made her way upstairs knowing Jake wouldn't want to engage in a conversation with her, like always. She opens her bedroom door seeing her room exactly how she left it. Her white Christmas light hung around her light pink walls her bed still in tack with all her stuff animals placed together side by side. She toke in a deep breath closing the door her fingertips running along the smoothness of her white bureau holding onto Faye's makeup left like it was never touched.

She grinned jumping on top her bed missing the touch of how comfortable it was , missing the privacy that she had now. She could forget about showering with other girls watching or going to the bathroom without a stall...that was behind her. Faye wrapped her arms around her big teddy bear smelling it's vanilla scent it got off of her. I'm never going back to jail. Sudden vivid flashbacks of Faye being forced to get up early in the morning working countless hours on the day fighting almost everyday the guards treating her like shit made her stomach turn...she could never go back.

Ever.

Faye curled up under the blankets snuggling with her stuff animals closing her eyes. Despite her parents being trash at...well...being parents she wouldn't let that ruin her day, she had just gotten out of jail after of a year and a half being in it. Her mind going back to the night she got arrested...the blood...the screams...his body falling down..Faye's eyes opened back up turning around in her bed.

It's his fault not mine.

Those haunting eyes fell back in her mind, his evil smile, his voice ringing in her ears like a lullaby. How stupid Faye felt too think she had found her prince charming, how can she be that fucking vulnerable? Looking back at those happy days seemed like faded memories. Understanding that there was no good in this world was hard for Faye to accept during her time in a cell, thinking day and night how she can never love or let herself be loved.