Having Fayth

Trouble

Blain POV

"Care to remind me what my rules are, Fayth?" Brice has let me go and has his arms crossed over his chest while he looks at her like he doesn't even know who she is anymore.

Hell, I don't even know who she is anymore. This isn't the girl I fell for. She looks at me like she wants me to hurt. And maybe she does. She's doing a damn good job at making that happen.

She fidgets, not looking up to meet her father's stern look.

"No boys in your room." I said with my jaw clenched.  It was less of an answer to his question and more of a command to her.

I'm sure she understood by the way her breath hitches and she squeezed her legs together.

Good to know I still effect you, love bug.

I'd smirk at the small victory of the knowledge if I wasn't so pissed off right now.

He nods in my direction. "That's right. What would have happened if Blain didn't come in when he did. That boy could have done anything and no one would know. Do you even know this boy?" His voice holds contempt and I'm almost worried for her.

Almost.

She brought this upon herself.

"He's a nice guy, dad. You would know if you gave him a chance before you had me kick him out." She tries to reason with him.

Wrong move, love bug.

I crossed my arms over my chest and directed my next statement to her father while keeping my eyes on her. " this nice boy she's talking about spent his time in juvie for putting a kid in a coma and breaking several of his bones. He has an anger issue and some friends say he sells drugs and is in a gang."

Her mouth fell open before she shrieks "that's not true! You can't just lie on people like that just because you're a jealous asshole!" Her hand flys to her mouth at the realization at what she just said.

Her wide eyes turn between my mother and her father.

It takes a moment for Brice to process what she just said and my mother moves closer to his side.

"Why would Blain be jealous?" He asked deathly quiet.

My mom laces her hand in his and rubs his chest. "Brice, why don't we go to bed. We can talk about this in the morning." She tries, but he's not having it.

He looks me directly in the eye and I find myself feeling like ice water has settled over the fiery rage I held just moments ago.

"Is there something going on between the two of you?" He asks with anger and fear of his own.

I plead with my mother with a look to not say anything.

Not now.

Not yet.

"No. Why would there be?" I responded evenly as if the idea of something going on between Fayth and myself was preposterous.

Glancing over at Fayth I see her chin wobble her eyes filling with unshed tears.

"Daddy, I'm really tired. I know I'm grounded and I'm sorry I disappointed you and disrespected your rules, but can I go to sleep now and we can talk about it in the morning?" Her voice breaks.

He probably thinks it's due to embarrassment and the prospect of being grounded for the first time ever, but I know what it is.

I've denied her in public twice now.

I've hurt her again.

But what the hell did she expect? She just got caught with another guy in her room, we live together, our parents are married. Did she think I'd open myself up to the whirlwind of shit that will come my way if I know the real possibility that it will all be for nothing?

I tell him the truth and then what?

I get kicked out?

He refuses to pay for my school?

I lose a relationship with the only father figure I have?

For what?

If I don't have her it's not worth it.

How doesn't she get that?

Brice nods his head once. "Go to bed. We will be talking about this in the morning." He says looking between the two of us before walking out of her room.

I turn to her to try to explain, "Fayth-"

"No, Blain." She cuts me off. "You've done enough for tonight. I just want to sleep." Tears start to roll down her cheeks.

"I'm sorry." I whisper wiping a tear from her cheek with my thumb and she looks up into my eyes as more rush down. "Me too." It's barely heard, but it's there.

I kiss her forehead and walk out to my room.

I need space before I do something stupid like profess my love for her again, kiss her senseless, and then spend the rest of the day buried inside her until she forgets every name, but mine. Every taste, but the taste of my kiss. Every touch, but my caress of her skin.

I've said it before, she drives me fucking crazy.

I'm so angry, but all I want to do is go over every spot of her body he may have touched her with my own and wipe away every memory of him so all that is left is me.

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Fayth POV

"Good morning, sunshine." Christie called out as I made my way down to breakfast.

"Morning" I mumbled.

I sat at the table looking up to find Blain already looking at me, expressionless.

Christie brought plates of food to the table for each of us as she sat down.

"So" she starts with her usual cheery tone. "Brice got a call this morning and had to fly out for some last minute business. He won't be back for a few days." She paused looking over to me with a kind smile "you know you are grounded. No friends over. No going out. You go to school and come right back." She said and I nod understanding that it could have been a lot worse.

"That being said" she continued "Blain, you are to watch the house and make sure she stays out of trouble."

My eyes shot to hers "wh-what?" I nearly choked on my orange juice.

She starts again with that same smile while looking at me. "You two have some things to talk about. Your father is gone for about four days, so I'm taking a spa trip with my friends to let you two sort that out. Don't make me regret it." She finished looking over at Blain who still hasn't said anything or even looked away from me.

"I got it, mom. Thank you." He said his eyes piercing into mine.

And all I can think is...

Oh shit I'm in trouble!