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Disclaimer: Anita Blake and CO. Belong to Luarell K. Hamilton, Faith and CO. belong to Joss Whedon,I don't own anything and i have no money cause I make no money....
“How are you feeling?”
She didn’t move, instead crossed hr arms sullenly eyes focused on the white wall in front of her.I’m sorry
Her one duffle bag was sitting on the bed next to her, untouched.
“Are you going to unpack?” He leaned his hip against the door frame, dark eyes traveling around the room, empty except for the bed, “We can go get some furniture and stuff tomorrow…decorate it-“
“Why?” her voice was rough but soft, dark eyes haunted with things she’d seen to soon. She hadn’t relaxed once since he picked her up from the airport, her eyes constantly moving shoulders tense like she was expecting someone to jump out and attack her.I'm Sorry...your Mother she was found last night...
“You live here.” It was a simple answer, matter of fact.
“Why didn’t you turn your back on me?” she looked angry now, angry at the situation it didn’t bother him, it was expected, “Ma didn’t even-“
“Don’t, “Fredo sighed, “Your mother wasn’t in her right mind. Addicts don’t love anything but their drugs.”
“And you?” her eyes were shiny, he wouldn’t know what to do if she started crying, “What about you? You didn’t even know you had a sister until Social Workers tracked you down; you could have just left me there.”
The thirteen year old looked away from him, “It would have been best.”
“Faith…” The were-rat entered the room, “I couldn’t just leave you…You didn’t have anyone, Dad-“
“He’s not my dad.” She snapped jumping to her feet.
“He didn’t stay around with me either, “The dark haired man continued unbothered by her outburst, “You need someone to take care of you.”Good for nothing little brat...You need to learn a lesson!
“So you’re what my knight in shining armor?” she rolled her eyes throwing open her duffle bag just so she wouldn’t have to look at him, she had four pair of pants faded and worn down in spots. Most of her jeans she outgrew, her shirts were just as bad; she flung them on the floor with a noise of disgust. “No one does anything for free…” she met his eyes, hands hooked into the waistband of her jeans, “I ain’t got no money but I learned some tricks on the street, “ she started to push her pants down and he was suddenly in front of her with an angry snarl.
“I’m pretty good at it-Ow!” she tried to yank her arm out of his grip but he was unrelenting.
“You’re not on the streets anymore Faith, your not going to be having sex or giving blow jobs to anyone or anything, if I so much as smell another scent on you I’ll kill you myself.” The words were whispered but dangerous, he released her abruptly, she was breathing to fast, her eyes wide, “I’m going to take care of you. We’ll go get stuff for your room tomorrow.”She died
He paused at the door, “I think you should also see a therapist.”
“I’m not crazy. “The statement was soft.
“I know, “he replied just as soft, “But I think it will help.”Your Brother was contacted...he's agreed to take you in
She dropped onto the bed...He's in St.Louis