Her.

Thirty Six

London's blue eyes fluttered open seeing Faye lying beside her, mixed emotions came into play; if she should be mad she left like that or that she relived was even next to her. Thoughts of last night replaying over and over crying her eyes out blaming herself as the issue to why Faye was so fed up leading to the trip. Her heart began to pound examining her face, started from the outline of her eyebrows, the shape of her lips, the light freckles around her nose, flawless skin that was still glowing during her sleep, why couldn't it always be like that? No fighting, no anger, no sadness, no regret...just pure blissful happiness.

Faye's hazel eyes opened slowly meeting London's blue ones who seemed so full of light, "Morning." She murmured rolling onto her stomach pulling in her pillow closer to her chest.

London's body burst with excitement as she put her head on Faye's back, the suddenly scent of cheap perfume entering her nose, the immediate thought of both of them not wearing anything that scent made London furrow her brows. "Faye." She spoke sternly lifting her head up, in response Faye let out a small groan still half asleep making London sit up right tugging on her ear as Faye shot her head back sitting up right as well. "Who were you with last night."

"I was dancing last night, London." Faye practically shoots at her with pure anger ringing those words. "Here you go with starting shit in the morning."

"I'm not starting shit, Faye you smell like a fucking hooker and you know that we don't wear those type of perfumes." She crosses her arms. "Who were you with."

"A friend." She answered back her face not showing anything other than annoyance. "We were dancing London, a-am I not allowed to go out and fucking dance or do I need approval?" Her voice growing louder. "Huh?! What-What is it London, I can't live my life with you in it?"

Feeling undefeated, London lowered her arms feeling somehow defenseless and mean that she came across attacking Faye, disturbing her sleep, but the little fighter London was...she spoke back not showing that side. "How would you feel if I came to the room smelling like a fucking hooker, Faye? You would kill me! I asked a simple question and your causing an argument making me feel as if something happened when you left."

"Leave it."

"D-Did you cheat on me, Faye?" London asked causing a lump in her throat.

"Leave it." She repeated more louder as if it was some sort of warning but London needed to know if she did, she wanted to hear it and Faye neglecting her feelings made anger rise quickly. It was a 'yes' or 'no' question, thoughts of the laugh she heard last night rang in her ears, the desperation killing her. London furrowed her brows as Faye lifted the cover as if she was leaving but London wasn't going to let her leave without an answer. Sudden disgust growing as London stood up from the bed, noticing the a small hickey on Faye's neck, tears welding up in her eyes, her body feeling the coolness of the wall.

In the heat of the moment, London yelled. "I can't believe you." Tears streaming down her cheeks as Faye gave her a confused look before remembering the hickey Grey had left, knowing she had been caught. "Y-You fucking cheated!"

"Shut up, London, you don't know shit." Faye spat rising from the bed trying to find an outfit for today totally being cold as London wiped her tears the feeling of sadness fading as rage grew in her, making tight fist. "You seen my black ripped jeans?" Her voice casual as if nothing London said affected her.

"You fucking bitch!" London screams making her way to Faye who looked up with wide eyes, "I stayed up all night bawling my eyes out, making me think I've been doing something wrong but its you! You're the fucking issue, you narcissistic witch!" Londons muscles tensing pointing a finger at Faye, adrenaline pumping in her blood as she was pouring out her hurt.

"London I'm warning you." Faye shot a look.

"Or-Or what, Faye? Or what?!" She screams as Faye shot up heading towards London who gasped eye wide unable to react quick, a hard slap echoing the both of them. London's face going the opposite direction before her small body was shoved hard against the wall, London trying to push Faye away but, her strength overcoming London who hiccuped with tears streaming down her face, "Stop!"

Faye roughly grabbed London's jaw their faces meeting, "Or what, London?" She mocks. "Or what?!" She roars slamming a hard fist on the wall missing Londons face causing her to flinch but Faye's grip grew tighter, "Look at me , you whore." She growls as London's body went limp, trying to stifle her cries. "Look at me!" She roars making Londons sad eyes meet Faye's angry ones.

"Faye-" London begins.

"You think you're better than me, London? You think your fucking worthless life means more than mine?" She sneers. "I want you to think twice before even raising your voice at me, you fucking cunt." Fayes other hand began to trail fast and roughly down London's underwear as London whimpers, Faye's tense body on hers, holding her trapped. "Come on, you know you like it," A sinister smile dances on Faye's lips feeling London close her legs before she forces her fingers inside, London crying feeling Faye begin to explore. "Say you like it , bitch." Londons tear filled eyes meeting Faye's manic ones, knowing she wasn't going to feed into it , Faye would stop.

"Fuck you!" Faye suddenly roars grabbing Londons shirt tossing her small body on the bed, gasping at Faye's harsh touch grabbing her ankles pulling her closer. Reality hit Faye seeing London shake with tears streaming down her cheeks, completely vulnerable. There wasn't regret but more of realizing she went over board with letting know London had stepped out of place. Immediate regret over came Faye's face letting go of London's ankle, in response pulled her legs to her chest and continues to sob.

You know she doesn't deserve this, Rose.

"T-This..." The words seeming stuck in her throat trying to gather her sentence, in her mind she dreamed of it this but...not this way..."I-I can't...we...we don't belong together, this-t-this...is all too much." A sudden burst of sadness over filling in her, as she began to have a panic attack. Tears welding in her eyes somehow feeling as if Harry had control over her, maybe the cycle doesn't break...its all fairytale bullshit. She gasped softly staring at London tears streaming down her face, her breaths becoming fast and rapid echoing the room, London perking her head up furrowing her brows as Faye backed into a corner her eyes wide grabbing her chest that grew tighter by the second.

"Faye!" London spoke shocked at seeing Faye the way she was. "Faye, it's okay!"

Faye began to shake her head, the sentence that "It's Okay" made Faye more panicky, London getting out of bed coming closer to comfort her but Faye began to sob, dashing to the door, opening it in a rush before running out. Her heart beat ringing in her ears her legs taking her as fast as she could go, hitting a corner running down the steps. Vivid flashbacks replacing her mind of Harry, as if she was somehow back to that dark place all over again, suffering his abuse. She could hear her head begin to become overbearing with screams that belonged to her and Harry's, the fear and torment kicking in all at once. Her breath began to quicken as she felt her legs slowly give up, opening the front door of the hotel the fresh air breeze kicking in her lungs but she refused to stop, "Faye!" Londons voice rang far away making her head turn unaware of the stranger in front of her.

Faye's body clashes with a tall strong built one, her eyes slowly going up seeing her father but within a few quick blinks she realizes it was her brother.