CHAPTER 11:

"Faye, open up. Please. Look, I'm sorry I know I shouldn't have done what I did and try to
force things. I didn't know that it would hurt you in the end, why do you care so much Faye?"
Ruby gently knocks on the door, I stare at myself in the mirror while my hands are leaning on
the bathroom basin.
It's not that I like Jake in that way, I hardly know the guy and all the experiences I've had with
him aren't good. I'm just sick of rejection all the time, I always have to go through it and it
hurts. Every time I make a friend or someone seems to be interested in me, it's ruined by
something either I did wrong or someone else did. It's always ruined, every special moment
is wasted and in the end there's this feeling like I'm nothing special. It's not like I have a
crush on Jake.
Ruby was trying to force things on the both of us, it was pressuring and she shouldn't have
done that. Did she expect that we would actually be all fine with each other straight away if
we played her ideal game of 7 minutes in heaven?
"Faye, answer me. I have chocolate?" I can sense her worry and the apologetic tone in her
voice. Sighing, I walk to the door and open it. Her arms are around me straight away and
she's ugly hugging me until there is barely any air in my lungs left.
"Well let's go downstairs and eat chocolate," I fake smile. She sighs and nods slowly, leading
me the way to the stairs. The boys are all in the lounge room, having a beer and watching a
movie. It looks like White Chicks.... "why are you guys watching White Chicks?" I ask,
looking at the familiar faces on the screen.
"We were forced," Max says. I bet they are all afraid that this will make them seem feminine
and their masculinity will be gone. I look at Ruby with raised eyebrows, she shrugs and
sheepishly smiles at me.
"I'd assumed that you like White Chicks," I smile at her gesture to make me happy. I do love
White Chicks, it's a hilarious movie and I recommend for everyone to watch it. "Come sit,"
she pats the spot next to her. I take notice that Jake is on the single couch, an emotionless
look on his face as he sips on his beer and stares at the television. I walk over to the spot
she patted on the couch and take a seat, she hands me a beer and my eyes widen as I
shake my head.
"Not a fan of beer," I lie through my teeth. I just don't want to see Brock for the first time in
ages while I have a hangover.
"Oh, I have cruisers?" She hands me one and I sigh, reluctantly opening it and sipping on it.
In about 20 minutes I had finished my first bottle and was on to my next. And I kept going
until all I saw was blurry faces and things I would never say, started coming out of my mouth.
I stole Tyler's hair, fazed with the softened. I wish I had soft hair like him, "your hair is so
pretty and soft." He chuckles at me and grabs my hands, once again removing them from his
head.
"Thank you princess but I don't want your bits in my beautiful locks," I scrunch my nose up
after he says this and scoff.
"Hey! I don't have nits. The last t-time I had nits was in third grade, you're the one that most
likely has nits between the two of us," I'm quick to defend myself from his assumptions.
"Well aren't you ravishing," he winks.
"Rav... Rav... How do you say it again?" I slur.
"Ravishing. Rav. Esh. Ing."
"Ravening. I said it!" He slings an arm over my shoulder and laughs loudly. "I want another
cruiser, Ruby can you give me another one?"
"No. I think you've had enough to drink tonight Faye," Jake doesn't let Ruby utter a word. I
glare at Jake which makes him glare at me, which leads to a whole glaring contest. See
what I did there? "Stop touching her Tyler. You know she's apart of them," I ignore the fact
that he's speaking of me like I'm not here.
"You're not my dad! I can have as many drinks as I want Jakey," he raises his eyebrows and
Tyler detaches himself from me and walks off, probably sensing that Jake is about to get
very angry at me.
"You called me Jakey, you're drunk as. Guess what princess?" He smirks and grabs me,
pulling me up from the couch and to his body in a tight grip. "I may not be your dad, but I
could be your daddy," I gasp at what he says and slap him.
"You don't get to do that Jake. You had your chance before to kiss me and you didn't, you'll
never get that privilege of breaking my walls again," he growls after I say this and he lifts me
in his arms and starts walking up the stairs.
"We are going to bed, none of you bother us," Jake shouts. I pound on his back, kicking and
screaming at him to put me down as he walks us somewhere.
"We are not going to bed, I'm not tired! You are going to bed, so put me down this instant!"
He slams his door shut after walking us both in and throwing me on the bed. I can sense the
rage emitting from him in waves, it's like steam is exiting his ears.
"You are so god damn annoying, you know that right? Why do you care so much that I didn't
kiss you!? It's obviously bothering you, so please do tell me why you're so hurt by it," I look
away as tears form in my eyes. He's asking me questions that I'm not ready to answer, I
don't really know the answer myself. "Tell me!" He shouts at me.
"I don't care."
"You obviously do, you wouldn't look at me afterwards and you locked yourself in the
bathroom for an hour! Then you said I broke down your walls? What does that even mean
Faye!? You are hurt. Tell me why," he demands.
"I'm hurt because every time someone acts like they care, they leave me! I get rejected and
they never even look in my direction again. I'm used to it Jake, but I don't but want to be
used to it. Your rejection hurt because it reminded me that I will never get anything good
coming my way. In the end I will always ruin things or someone else will for me! For that tiny
moment, you broke my walls and I let you in. You made me care and I hate that I have you
such power, everyone leaves me no matter what Jake. Everyone leaves." I'm crying by the
end of my speech, drunk me isn't taking this well and I hope that I forget this tomorrow
morning.
"You overthink everything too much. You need to sleep and get your head cleared, people do
care about you; just have a nice rest and we will talk in the morning," he pulls back the
covers and I climb under them. The last thing I see is him walking out the door before I fall
into deep slumber.
Jake's Pov.
"You all care too f**king much. You're pathetic, do you not remember our task that we need
to fulfil? We will be finishing it, then we are getting out of here as soon as possible," I state
angrily.
"You're the one that almost kissed her Jake," Tyler spits at me. "You obviously are going
against your own plans," he chuckles humourlessly. I lunge at him and grip his throat, glaring
at him.
"I'm not going against my own plans. Everything is falling into place, the more she falls the
closer we get to meeting her little... well big, family. But if it weren't for Ruby pestering, this
wouldn't have happened," my eyes zone in on the red head that's sitting on the couch, her
eyes downcast.
"Why does everything have to be a game for you Jake?" She glares.
"I think you're forgetting something Ruby. You are not actually friends with Faye, it's all an
act; must I remind you all the time?" I exclaim unhappily.
She sighs and presses her head into Max's arm, seeking comfort from her boyfriend. He
kisses her forehead and shakes his head at me, "one of us was bound to start liking the girl
Jake. You should have expected this."
"No. I shouldn't have because this is a job not just a little game Max, but you wouldn't
understand because you still haven't grown up," I spit.
"And you still care about no one but yourself," Ruby spits. I laugh at her, loudly until I'm
bending over trying to catch my breath.
"I don't even care about myself darling," I sneer at her, then smirk at her widened eyes.
Faye's Pov.
"As promised, I'm here before Brock arrives," I grin walking through the house in all my glory,
Nick rolls his eyes at me and mum smiles.
"How was it honey?" She asks me.
Well it was going good until the boys arrived, we were forced to play 7 minutes in heaven, I
hid in the bathroom for an hour, I got drunk and can't remember anything else. "It was good,"
I shrug.
"We're home!" Dad shouts, I hear his keys dropping on the table. All of us look at each other,
excitement clear on our faces as we run out to see Brock. There he is, his brown hair slowly
disappearing, his skin no longer the olive colour it was, his eyes an almost lifeless soft blue
and his body incredibly slim. We all hug him, tears spring in my eyes as I feel way too
emotional for my liking.
"I've missed you so much Brock. We all have," I whisper. I feel him smile against my
shoulder and we pull apart, I look him over and almost cry at the sight of him. He doesn't
look healthy at all.
"How have you been sweetie?" Mum gives him a small smile, she's trying to act strong I
know it. Her voice has a slight crack in it, I know she's upset and doesn't want to see her son
like this.
"I've been good mum," he replies, smiling like the string warrior he is. He's always been so
brave and tough, he's a fighter and he definitely has been fighting through this tough time.
"Why don't you tell your mother what you did son while I go shave my beard," Dad mutters,
mum raises her eyebrows.
"Babe, you shaved your beard this morning," she says.
"Then I'll shave elsewhere," he shrugs, Nick and I scrunch it noses up in disgust. He's
obviously trying to get away, but why? We haven't seen Brock in months, we need to spend
as much time with him as we can.
"Gross," Nick shudders.
"Well... lets all sit down for dinner while Brock tells us about summer camp and how much he
enjoyed it," Mum awkwardly says and ushers us to the dining room where she's prepared
the most delicious foods.
Dad walks into the dining room, only ten minutes after he left claiming he needs to shave.
Surely he would need more time than that, men's hair is like an ape. Lots of it. He takes his
assigned seat and smiles softly at us, mum intertwines her hands together and leans
forward.
"Finished shaving already darling?" Our eyes widen.