Confessions
by Jason Jackson
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: The story is mine, but Mutant Enemy and 21st Century own the rights
to Buffy and all related characters.
Author's Notes: This story switches Buffy’s POV to Faith’s POV.
I find myself walking through Section B of the Women’s Correctional Facility. I’m in here for the murder of Katrina. I remember it all…
~ hitting Katrina, with all my Slayer strength. Seeing her collapse, and blood on my hands ~
I snap out of my daze as the guard roughly shoves me to keep walking. I breathe deeply, fighting my anger down. Hitting a guard would definitely make my sentence that much longer. Things went from bad to worse after that.
~ beating Spike, then walking into the police station. Telling the officer at the desk that I have a confession. ~
We arrive at my new home; an eight-by-five cell. I don’t really listen to what the guard is saying, “Your new roomie isn’t here, but she’s in the gym. She’ll be here in a few minutes.”
A flood of memories drown what the guard is saying out as I sit down on the bottom bed.
~ standing in the courtroom. Hearing myself pleading guilty. Feeling my heart break as I try to ignore Willow and Dawn’s wailing. Listening to the judge tell me my sentence. ~
I sit there for a while, looking at the wall, but not at anything particular. I do everything possible to fight down the tears. There’s no point in crying. I’m not Buffy Anne Summers anymore. I’m not even the Slayer anymore. When I killed that woman, I became someone else.
I hear footsteps coming in the cell. I freeze when I look up to see my new cellmate. I freeze when I hear her voice.
“B,” she speaks. She looks as shocked and surprised as I am.
“Faith.” I reply, trying to fight down the shock, the anger inside me.
When I heard that I was going to have a roomie, I thought, 'Oh, goody. I probably got someone who snores and who never shuts up, with my luck,' I SO NEVER expected to see just who my roomie was.
There she is. My other half. My B, sittin' on the bottom bed. If ya think I ain't freakin' out, think again. I mean, I knew I had to face her eventually, after what happened between us and what I've done to her. God, when I think of what I did to her…I just want to kill myself for all the hurt I've caused her. But I fuckin' never expected it to be on the wrong side of the bars. And now….
"W…." I try to speak, but I'm too shocked by her presence. Here, of all places, "What….what are you doing here?"
No reply from her, and somehow that doesn't surprise me. She's probably as shocked as I am.
I ask again, tryin' to control the emotions and hopin' they don't show in my voice, "What are you doing here, B-", I stopped. For a second there, I slipped into the old routine. The same fucking routine that got me in a coma for eight months, and behind bars. I ain't that Faith, anymore. She died when I switched bodies, and, lemme tell ya, good riddance to her. So I finished the question with this, "-Buffy?"
B finally snaps out of her shock, and stands up, "Why should you care, F?" she spits, her tone filled with venom, "You should be gloating that I'm here, same as you."
I shake my head, "If this is about what happened with Finch-"
"No, Faith," Buffy cuts me off, hissing, "I didn't turn myself in for that. I turned myself in for another reason, but that's none of your fucking business."
I lowered my head in resignation and defeat. I knew this would turn out this way. And, to tell the truth, I can't blame her. Whether she likes it or not, she got an ally in me against myself. I share her hatred for me.
"Look, B," I try to regain some control of this situation, "I can't change what I did. Believe me, I would if I could. But-"
I'm cut off by a punch to the jaw. Shit, she hasn't lost her moves, that much I'll tell you.
I find myself on the floor, with her right foot on my throat. "Don't, you bitch. I told you that if you apologize, I swore that I'd beat you to death."
I manage to choke out, not really making sense, considering that she still has her foot on my throat, "I know. But if you want to beat me to death, would it be better for you?"
Buffy doesn't reply for a few moments. The longest few moments, in my opinion. Then she takes her foot off my throat, and I cough a little.
B just returns to her seat on the bed, while I take a sitting position on the floor.
There's an awkward silence before I speak, "So what happened, B? Why are you here?"
I think she's softened up a little, but she's got the walls up, and not sure if she should trust me. See, these Scooby geeks she used to hang out with don't know her the way I know her. Plus, I helped her out a little with the Mayor. Not once, but twice. But that's another story for another time.
Finally she speaks in a quiet tone, that if not for my Slayer hearing, I wouldn't have picked it up, "I killed a woman. I was…out of control at the time. I had to turn myself in."
"Oh." Was all I said.
"I don't want to talk about it, Faith," B lays on the bottom bed.
God, it hurts me to see her like this. The girl I love in pain. Yeah, that's right, you heard right, I love Buffy Summers. Always have been. Just was too naïve to see through it. I just wish I had realized that before I hooked up with Wilkins. God, that bastard. He made me feel like I was his daughter or something, but he was using me to get to B. I didn't realize I loved her until she stabbed me. I silently thank God that B and I had this connection and that we were able to talk in that dream, so I could help her with Wilkins. Well, "Dad", you shouldn't have done it. Now I hope you burn in Hell for what you made me do to her.
Ya'd think I'd be able to set things right soon as I wake up, right? Wrong. I had shut my feelings for B from my mind, and there's only me pissed off at her for gutting me. There's the little skimish, then the whole body-switching thing. I finally remembered my feelings for her when we had met up again in that church. I freaked out at what I've just done to her, so like before, I ran, jumped the first train out of Sunnydale.
And then there's the thing with soul boy. These lawyer geeks wanted me to whack Angel coz he'd pissed 'em off. I agreed. What I had neglected to mention that I hadn't planned to kill him off. Because of what I've done to B, I wanted soul boy to kill me. To stop the evil in me. So I beat Queen C, and took tweedy hostage. Pretty crazy plan, but I had to "act" evil. To make it real. So, while it was secretly killing me like fuck, I tortured Wesley, when I kinda owed him for what he tried to do; help me. Didn't let it show. Couldn't. I had to make it real. But Angel knew what I had planned. No matter what I did; he still wouldn't grant what I wanted him to. So like a little girl, I collapsed in his arms, crying because I was evil. Because I have blood on my hands, and that I will never be able to wash it off.
Just when I thought that things couldn't get worse, she showed up. The woman I love with all my heart and soul, and the woman I hurt more than once. She fought it out with Angel, and then the Council showed up. I got the sneakin' suspicion that if I didn't do what these lawyers want, they'd squeal to the Council about where I was. And that was exactly what happened. So while B and soul boy fought it out with the Council, I ran, but this time, I knew where I was running to. So I talked to this lady cop, and confessed.
So this is where I ended up, but, God, it shouldn't have happened to her, too.
"What?" B spoke, snapping me back to reality. I must have zoned out.
"What are you staring at me for?" B asked. I try not to show it, but I'm blushing. Me, Faith, the tough half of the Chosen Two, and I'm fuckin' blushing.
"Nothin', B. Just…rememberin'."
B just sighs, "Look, Faith, it is not okay between us, but seeing how that we're gonna have to be roommates, we're gonna have to figure out a way to live around each other."
I nod, "Okay, Buffy. I'm fiv-cool with it." I mentally kick myself for almost saying that phrase. Fuck, I'm tryin' to change, but with her here, and my cellmate, no less, it's gonna be hard.
B looks directly at me, and speaks, "But I get the top bunk."
"What?! No way, B. I'm here first, so I got it first."
B stands up, "There's only one way to settle it."
I stiffen, afraid of what she might do. I gulp, seeing her rise her fist. I freeze, knowing what might happen next, and close my eyes.
"Scissors, papers, and rock," I snap my eyes open, surprised at what she said.
I'm confused, then I see her fist on her open palm, then I sigh relieved, but no way I'm takin' her bait. "Forget it, girl. You want to get the top bunk, there's a better way to settle this."
B looks almost afraid, but she asks anyway, "What's that, F?"
I simply grin and grab her wrist and drag her to the gym.
“Oof!” I fall again on the mat.
Next thing I know, Faith’s on top of me with her holding my wrists, grinning.
“Looks like I got ya, B. Do I get the top bunk?”
I grunt with effort and kick her off me, “We’ll see about that, F.”
It feels so good to spar with her again. It almost makes me want to forget who she is now and everything she did. Almost.
I set her up for a roundhouse kick, which Faith catches, following up with a kick of her own in my stomach.
I wheeze for a second, before looking up to see her fist coming at me. It connects with my jaw, but to my surprise, it doesn’t hurt as much as it should. She’s pulling her punches. Why?
I shake that question out of my head. Time enough for that later. The top bunk is at stake here and now. I drop to the mat, sweeping her off her feet.
“Oof!” Faith yelps as she crashes onto her back. Before she even registers the move, I’m onto her. “NOW who’s on her back?” I say, smirking.
She returns my smirk with a thin smile. “I missed this, B.”
Me too, but I don’t say it to her. There’s too much water under the bridge between us. And since we’re officially cellmates, I guess we’ll have to work on it. Not much choice, really, on my part. I can never forget what she did to all of us. What she did to me. What’s confusing is why I can’t keep hating her. Why the hostility in me ebbed out. I really don’t know.
”Earth calling B. C’min, B.” Faith says, snapping me out of my reverie. I must have staring at her, coz she’s giving me this weird look. I didn’t know how fast I was getting off her. I feel myself fluster. Damn it, Buffy, what the fuck is wrong with you?
“So, Faith, do I get the top bunk?” I extend a hand to her.
Faith accepts the hand, and I pull her up. She gives me a tired smile, “Ah, I was pretty tired of being too close to the ceiling, anyway.”
I watch her as she stretches her muscles. Damn, she’s been working out. I can see the toned muscles flex. And…how curvy she looks. I find myself looking at that cute tight butt. NO! What’s wrong with you, Summers. This is FAITH! Your enemy! A psycho killer! And she’s a chick. You’re straight. You’re not having the hots for her.
“Time to hit the showers,” Faith smiles, snapping me out of me chiding myself.
“Huh? What?” Oh, great response. Try actual English next time.
“Well, B, whattaya think, that being all sweaty and sticky is clean?” Faith smirks.
I fluster again. Damn, she’s doing it again. And…now that I think of it, she does look beautiful all sweaty and sticky…..NO! Get your damn head outta the gutter! You so do not want this.
“Well, um…” I try hard to be nonchanleot, but God… “Okay, let’s hit the showers.” Oh, no… I am not so going to control myself.
We both stripped ourselves, and, to my surprise, I choose the shower next to Faith. I try to resist, but I can’t help myself, stealing looks at Faith’s nude body. God, she’s even more beautiful than I thought. I’m glad that she’s keeping her eyes closed so she won’t catch me looking at her.
“So, B,” Faith speaks, “What have you been doing since the last time we saw each other. What are the others up to?”
“Uh…” I stutter, trying to come up with a reply, “Things have been bad for me. I…broke up with Riley.” This catches her attention, I see. She’s snapped her eyes open wide. “Funny…I knew that was going to happen, B.”
I look at her in surprise, “What? How…?”
“Oh, c’mon, B. I mean, sure, beefstick guy was nice and all, but he ain’t your type, B. I know you. I mean, sure, you were with him and all, but I could see that you never loved him….at least, not the way you loved soul boy.”
I fluster, “How..? When…?”
“After I woke up,” at that, I look away from her. She understands. I don’t want to relive that night. And I know she doesn’t either, “I came back to the apartment, then got the video, which, of course, my dear old father provided so generously.”
I’m surprised at how much hate and venom her voice held when she talked about the Mayor. I don’t know why, but I’m not going to push the issue. We’ve got plenty of time.
“After I got the gadget which I used to switch bodies with you, I spied at your house. I zipped out as soon as you put the phone with the news that I woke up, but before I did, I saw how much soldier boy loved ya, but I also saw that you weren’t too lovey dovey about it. See, I know you.”
“Okay,” I nod, moving back to the subject of telling her the things, “Anyway, I had trouble. The hell-goddess-gunning-for-mystical-energy-disguised-as-my-sister kind of trouble.”
At that, Faith raises an eyebrow, “You shittin’ me?”
“Nope,” I smile, “Damn, I knew I liked that kid sister of yours, B, but no way that was comin’.”
I shrug, “Dawn took it kinda hard, but she got through it.”
Then comes the question I wish she didn’t ask, “How’d Mrs. S take it?”
I turned to her, with a face of extreme sadness and pain. I don’t need to say it. The look on my face, apparently, says it all.
“No….” Faith shakes her head slowly, “Not her. She can’t be gone.”
“She had a brain tumor. We thought we got it, but something went wrong in surgery…and… and…” I can’t finish the sentence as the memory of finding her body on that couch comes back.
“No….” she looks like she’s crying, but I can’t be sure with the shower water. Then she collapses on her knees.
I look at her with mixed emotions. I knew Faith liked Mom, but I never knew how much.
“She….” Faith tried to speak, but she’s sobbing, “She…she treated me… like the way she treated you and the kiddo, B.”
I kneel beside her, not sure what to do. She goes on, choking, “No one had ever done that for me. Not even my own mom. It killed me when I tied her up, and all…”
I find myself holding her in my arms, and we both cry and sob, remembering my mother. The next words she speaks nearly shocks me, “I knew you died, B.”
“How….? Did Angel…?”
She shakes her head, “I knew you died coz I felt you die. It…I can’t explain it, but it felt like I was being tore into half. You don’t know what it was like for me, B. Over the summer since I felt you die, I’ve been…um, self-destructive and self-loathing. For a while there, it looked like I was ready for a padded room, then one night…. I felt you coming back…like I was being merged back into one.”
I remember that night all too well. Crap….that was not so good for me.
“Buh—but I never expected to see you here. I mean, I knew I wanted to see you, but, shit, B, I never expected you to be here. And it’s not fair.”
“Why?” I surprise myself by asking.
“Coz you don’t deserve to be here. No matter what you did, you don’t deserve to be here. I deserve to be here, B, but you don’t.”
I stare at her, and the realization starts to sink in, Faith is in love with me. And what’s worse for me is; so am I.
For a long time, we sit here in the showers, not saying anything before the guards snap us back to reality.
I stand up, helping her up, “Um, we’ve got to get some sleep.”
She barely nods, and I lead her out of the showers, and I dress myself and I help dress her, since she doesn’t really have the energy to dress herself after finding out about my mom.
I take her hand and lead her back to our cell.
I tuck her in the blanket, and I find myself looking at this girl, this utterly vulnerable girl. And I realize that something must be done, so we can start over.
“Faith?” she looks at me, her eyes red and puffy. Okay, breathe, Summers. You can do it. Just say what she needs to hear. “I forgive you.”
For a long time she stares at me, then collapses into her bed, sobbing. I find myself crawling into the bed with her, and we hold each other for a long time.
It might not be okay, but I know we’ve made progress, and if nothing else, I know, there’s hope for the both of us. That we might be friends again…although I want us to be more than that. But I don’t know what I feel, so I’ll have to wait and see.
I don't know why she's doing this for me. I mean, laying in my bed with me. God, it's everything I ever wanted and more, but…
Fuck, I can't believe she's gone. Joyce was like a mom to me. She treated me the way she treated B and the kid. Dawn… oh shit….with Mrs. S gone and B in here. What's going to happen to her. The thought of it is scaring me.
"What's going to happen to Dawn now that you're in here?" I ask her.
She sighs, "Willow told me that with me in here, Dawn's going to have to live with a foster home. Even if I got paroled, I can't get her back. You think a murderer is good for a kid?"
I look up into her eyes, "You're not a murderer, B. It was just an accident."
I'm confused by what happens next; B laughing, but her laugh is bitter, "Maybe it was an accident, Faith, but these knights I killed in an alley and on the way out of Sunnydale sure as hell were no accidents."
Now I'm more confused than ever, but she shakes her head, "I don't want to talk about it, okay, Faith?"
I nod, "Okay, B."
I move closer to her. She's all I need right now. I'm all she needs.
I'm surprised by her move; she's stroking my hair with one hand, the other hand on my chest. I'm trying real hard to not to blush, but it's hard.
"I can feel your heartbeat, Faith." Even with my Slayer hearing, I barely catch her whispered words.
I look up to see B's face, "I never could feel Angel's heartbeat."
I realize that something isn't right….
"Um, B?" I nervously ask.
"Hmm?"
"There's something I never told you, B. Coz you wouldn't accept it. I'm not sure how you'd take it, but I gotta say it."
I move to a sitting position, taking a few deep breaths, "I love you, B. I've been in love with you since that night when I first saw you. I want you so badly to be my heart and soul, and I want so badly to be your heart and soul."
There. That was harder than I thought, but it's out now. I look at her, and I can't read anything on her face.
"You know the funny thing, Faith?" She finally speaks after a few moments, "I used to think that I hate you. It'd be so easy, wouldn't it, to hate you. I mean, sure, I did have a reason to hate you."
She didn't have to say it. I'm trying hard to not to react, but it's hard….
"But now….after seeing you again…and hearing these things from you. I know now that I don't hate you at all. I know I should hate you, but I just don't."
She moves closer to my face, "In fact, just the opposite. I love you too. And yes, I would be honored to be your heart and soul, and I do want you to be mine."
I'm too shock-striken to say anything…even move an itch. She leans closer…and kisses my lips. My God, her lips are incredible and so soft. I want her so badly here and now.
A moan escapes my lips, and I reluctantly break the kiss, but it has to be said, "We gotta get outta here. We gotta get Dawn back."
B lowers her head, "We're both murderers, Faith. You and me. There's no way the guards are going to let us just leave."
At that, I simply grin, "No sweat, B. I have a way. See, the Mayor knew that I'd end up here. All I gotta do is make a call, and I'm outta here in no time."
B looks up at me, "Don't worry, B. I'm not leaving you to rot in this shithole. It might take some arguments, but I'm not leaving without you. And I'm not letting you stay here. You don't deserve it."
B just looks at me in awe and surprise, I guess. Then she simply smiles, "You're amazing, you know that, Faith?"
"Nah. The amazing one here is you, B. I mean, you're good and pure. I'd give anything to be what you are."
She kisses my forehead, "But I don't want you to be me, Faith. I just want you to be simply Faith."
I blush at that, "Well, enough mushy stuff. We gotta a lot to do. But we don't got to rush and get outta here. We got time to kill. Besides, I kinda am in the middle of unfinished business. See, some girls been rapin' other inmates. Don't know who it was. Might be guards. Might be inmates."
I sit up and pull her to the cafeteria area as the dinner bell rings. "I could use your help on this one, B. Will you do this and stay a little while longer for me?"
B nods, "Of course I will, Faith." She pauses for a bit, then, "You trying to find out who's been raping inmates here proves that you've changed, Faith, and I want to help you."
I smile. Just knowing that she has faith-no pun intended-in me makes me feel so good.
"Hey, I want us to be the Chosen Two again, B. More than ever."
She wraps her arms around my waist, "I want that too, Faith. Forever."
And with that, we just go to the cafeteria together. I don't care what the inmates say. All that matters is she's here with me and I'm here with her.
It’s hard to ignore the looks Faith and I got from both the guards and inmates. I can’t blame them, really. I mean, even I’m surprised at myself with my arms around the waist of my worst enemy…and I just can’t think of her as an enemy anymore. In fact…we just professed our love to each other.
We grab trays of food and walk to an empty table. “So,” I try to start a consveration, “What have you been doing since you came here?”
Faith looks up at me and shrugs, "Nothin’ much, B. Got a job in the library. Been readin’ there."
She chuckles, “Who woulda thunk it, me, Faith, reading some of the biggest authors.”
That piques my interest, “So what have you been reading?”
“Tolkien, Rowling, Shakespare. I even read a few from the Greek bard, Homer.”
I choke my drink at the authors she mentions. I said it before and I’ll say it again; Faith is an amazing woman.
“Aw, you’re just saying that, B,” she blushes. I’m taken aback by what she said. Did I say that out loud? I decide that I didn’t say anything.
“I didn’t say anything, Faith.” I say, which kinda puts a confusing look on both her and my faces.
“What did you think I said?” I ask.
“You called me an amazing woman, B,” she slightly blushes.
“I didn’t say anything…..” I trail off, realizing something, but I did think it.
<Faith?> I decide to give it a try, and think, <Can you hear me?>
<Yeah, B> She turns and smiles at me, <I hear ya. Guess we’re more connected than we thought, huh?>
I smile, <I wouldn’t have it any other way, love.> I lean and gives her a kiss on the cheek.
We’re interrupted when some big girls, the local bullies, I’m guessin’, and sneers at Faith.
“So it looks like you got yourself a bitch, Faith,” the big girl, who I might add, looks like an ugly version of Chyna.
Faith scowls at her, “Don’t call her that. You know what happened last time you got into my face.”
Chyna just growled, “That was just lucky, bitch.”
I just snort at that. Luck doesn’t have nothing with that.
She looks at me, and I defiantly look back, knowing my Faith is with me.
“You don’t know who you’re dealing with, Bitch,” she growls.
“Oh, you mean I’m dealing with big, buff girls who takes pleasure in tormenting losers like us? Puh-leeze.”
I can see her face turning red with anger. I simply smile sweetly and look at Faith, who smirks, and gives her a challenging look, “We dare you to try anything, Slash.”
She seems to be considering that, and from what Faith said, she ended up on the wrong end of her business, thanks to my love.
“This ain’t over, bitches,” she growls at us.
“Oh, I rather think it is,” Faith flashes her million-dollar smile. The smile I’m in love with.
Stacy stands there for a minute, then sulks off to another table with her crew.
I look at her, and think to Faith, <SPA much?> I smile at her, and she returns my smile.
<I know, B. I mean, look at her. She seriously needs more than just a combo make-up. She needs surgery for that face. And may I say,> and she finishes, whispering to me, “Eeeewww.”
I stifle a laugh. I’m loving spending time with her, and her company.
She smiles at me, and I decide that I want to see that smile everyday for the rest of my life.
The bell rings, ending dinner, “C’mon, B. We can cuddle in our cell.” She smirks at me, and I blush.
She offers me her hand, and with all my heart, I accept it, and she leads me back to our cell.
I can’t wait to get out of here with her and start our new life together.
I'm so content in her arms. B is kissing my neck. Damn, I so want her here and now, but prison ain't exactly a good place to fuck.
So I just caress her lower back, getting dangerously close to her ass under her pants, and I can see the desire in her eyes.
"Didn't know you had it in ya, B." I smirk at her.
"Yeah, well, it's your fault for making me want you, F" she smirks back.
She trails small kisses all over my face and neck, getting moans from me in response.
I gasp out, grasping her ass, "God, Buffy, I want you here and now!"
She moans at my touch, "We're not exactly alone, Faith."
I smirk at her, "Then let's give them a show they'll never forget. I can't keep waiting."
Instead of responding in words, she lets her actions speak for her. I'm surprised at how bold she is when she rips my shirt to pieces. Lucky we always keep spares with us.
She stares in awe at my now exposed breasts. She cups my hardened breasts into her palms and squeezes them, causing me to moan out.
She stifles my moan by capturing my lips with hers. I slowly unbutton her shirt, taking my own time with her.
She slides her hands down and slowly unzips my pants, while attacking my lips with her own.
She sits up slightly, allowing me to take her shirt off and toss it away, then she slowly takes her pants off, allowing me to watch her in all her glory.
We spend most of the time just exploring our bodies, burning every part of them into our memories.
Then B speaks with so much emotion in her voice, "Get inside me, Faith. Please. I need to feel you."
What else can I do but to obey? I lay her back on the bed, then kisses her navel, getting a moan out of her, then I kiss all the way down to her center, the part she needs me the most. I lower my face, and lick her nectar lips. More and more moaning. I feel her hand on the back of my head, pulling me gently deeper into her.
I suck on her clit while installing two fingers into her to join my mouth inside B.
"OH, GOD, OH, FUCK, OH FUCK!" She's thrusting her hips violently into my face.
I can feel her lower lips clench around my tongue and fingers, which means she's almost there...
I work faster on her clit and other parts.
She arches her back, screaming so loud that I'm sure the whole prison heard it. The sweetest sound I ever heard.
She collapses into the bed, and I crawl besides her, holding her in my arms while she comes back from that orgasm.
When she's back, the only coherent word she speaks is: "Wow."
I have to smile, happy I satisifed her. But she looks like she isn't done with me just yet, and you know what? I wouldn't mind at all.
She gives me a wicked smile as she speaks, "I believe it's your turn now, Faith."
She pushes me onto the bed, getting ready to work her magic on me, and I think that our future is looking pretty bright.
I feel so good, it's amazing. Who knew how gentle, how tender her touch felt. I silently listen to her breathing, while resting my head on her shoulder.
Sure we both got into trouble for that….show, but it was worth it, and I think we just about fulfilled every male—and occasional female—guard's fantasies.
But I don't care. All I care about is my Faith. I start to close my eyes, when my Slayer hearing picks approaching footsteps up.
I quickly turn to see Slash—the Chyna-lookalike from the cafeteria, along with other prisoners. I can see her coming in…and…oh, God, she's got a shiv.
Faith knows she's here because she just woke up.
"Told you it wasn't over, you bitches," Slash sneers.
We get up, just before her thugs grabbed us by our arms.
Slash flashes us an evil grin, "I'm gonna have fun with you whores. Gotta enjoy this…." She holds her knife at my throat, while her other hand goes for my zipper.
And we both realize what kind of creatures we're dealing with. We know who's in front in the both of us.
These bitches are the rapists we were looking for.
Slash turns her head towards Faith, "I think I'll just find out how good Blondie tastes…."
That was it. I can feel her rage rising to feral intensity.
With inhuman speed, Faith pulls her arms from her captors, and punches them both, and I can hear the sound of bone breaking, and God, it sounds good.
She screams at the bitches, "GET YOUR FUCKING HANDS OFF HER!"
She grabs the girl on my right and throws her against the wall, while I kick the other girl on my left in the stomach.
Slash rushes at me, swinging her knife at me, but Faith intercepts the charge, practically crushing Slash against the wall, letting go of the knife.
She raises her fist, "Confess what you've done, bitch."
I can see the fear in her eyes, but she's still confident she got the upper hand, I also can see. She doesn't, really, because any confidence I see in her eyes disappears as Faith drives her fist into the cement wall, shattering a dent in it.
She shows her fist to her, and I can see it healing rapidly.
That's when the guards rush in, also with the Warden, who looks pissed, but one look at the way my clothes was, then looks at Faith holding Slash, then nods to the guards, "Take them away, men." They start to go for Faith and me, but the Warden stops them, "Not them. Take the rest of them away, but leave those two alone."
The Warden walks up to Faith, smiling, "Nice work, Faith."
I'm standing here with my mouth open, practically on the floor.
And Faith flashes me her million-dollar smile, "He came up to me about the rapist thing, and if I helped, he might put a word in with the parole board."
The Warden turns to me, "As I will put a word in for you as well, Ms. Summers. I realize what you've done to earn prison was harsh, but from what I've learned from your file, I can only think that you did not mean to kill that woman."
Faith puts her arms around me, and I feel safe in them. They feel like…I'm home.
"No worries, B. We'll be outta here in no time, and we'll get that cute little kid back for you. I promise."
I silently nod, and I see the look on the Warden, meaning that he'll give us our privacy.
"Did I tell you I love you, my heart and soul?" I whisper in her ear.
She smirks, "Not since we made love, my heart and soul, but I wouldn't mind you saying it again and again for all eternity."
I reach up and lower her chin towards my face, our lips meeting in a kiss so full of passion and love.
...to be continued...