Living By Faith

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
his isnt the final copy. Im going to go back and stretch it out some and clean it up a bit soon i just wanted to post this on here to see how people like the idea so far...
this is a story about a girl who is abused and raped by her parents and she's suicidal. She soon meets a new, nosy, but caring boy who wants to help her get away from them immediatly.
But will she ever be truly happy?
Cause sometimes, even the strongest of us aren't strong enough

Submitted: June 21, 2012

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Submitted: June 21, 2012



Nobody knew about Faith Hart; or at least, if they did, they didn’t know the truth about her.

She was the “quiet girl” in school; a nobody. No one noticed her shockingly black hair that fell in small curls down her back, or that it almost looks a deep blue when the light hit it right. No one saw her velvet blue, almost purple eyes, or her perfectly angled face, and her three freckles on each cheek. Her high cheek bones and finely pointed chin should make her stand out, but she stayed in the shadows. Her 5’4 frame and seemingly fragile bones passed by unnoticed in the crowded halls. No one paid attention to her baggy clothes, long sleeved shirts, or how she never experienced with wearing colors different from black or dark, unnerving gray.

She sat unseen, curled up in the last seat in the back corner of the classroom, writing in her little black notebook.  No one cared enough to look back at her, to ask her what she was writing, to say hi or ask about her day or if she was okay.

** ** ****

Alex walked into the small classroom, books in one hand, his new schedule in the other.

All eyes turned to him and conversation erupted among his new classmates.

He heard bits and pieces of their conversations as he walked up to his new U.S. History teacher. Murmurs about whom he was, where he came from, and his devilish good looks echoed around him.

“Hello, ma’am. I’m new here and I need a seat,” he explained to the elderly woman teaching the class.

She nodded and scanned the room, pointing to the back. “The only seat left is by Faith.”

He followed her gaze and found his seat, sliding into it and observing the girl to his left, Faith. She barely glanced up at him when he sat down next to her. “Hi, I’m Alex,” he stated, offering his hand to shake. Again, she barely gave any acknowledgement of his presence.  Undeterred by her non-response, he then asked, “What are you writing there?” That caught her attention. She looked up at him; her blue eyes traced his facial features and brown hair as she blushed slightly.

Cute, he thought and smiled to himself. He examined her long, dark hair, pale skin, blue eyes that had a touch of violet in the center. He wondered if anyone noticed that.

“So, what are you writing?” he asked again, glancing at her notebook.

She inhaled deeply, cocking her head slightly to the left. “Nothing,” she replied quietly.

“Well, can I see it?” he asked, trying to meet her gaze. She shook her head mutely.

He ran his hand through his brown hair and shook it out of his gray eyes. Concerned about this strange girl he just met, he then asks, “Is there something wrong, Faith?”

Faith’s heartbeat quickened. “No, nothing is wrong,” she replied, stuttering. She looked up at him, at his gray eyes and brown hair falling gently over his forehead, then quickly back at her notebook.

Alex hesitantly brought his hand up to her face, just under her chin, and gently lifted her head. “Faith, I know we just met, but don’t lie to me.  I can see something is bothering you.”

She shuttered and turned her head. “You don’t even know me; why do you care?” she asked, trying to mask the shaking in her voice. Why is this guy even trying?  Can’t he see that I don’t want to talk to him?!, thought Faith.

Alex licked his lips, scooting his chair closer to hers. “I don’t like to see beautiful girls cry, that’s why,” he whispered sweetly in her ear, grinning.

She looked at him from the corner of her eye, trying to hide her cheeks with her hair as they turned a light pink. She shook her head suddenly, her black curls falling neatly on her shoulder, down to her stomach. “You wouldn’t understand, Alex.”

He narrowed his eyes, making them look more blue than gray. “Who says I won’t?”

“My problems aren’t any of your business. Trying to help me will just get you in over your head, okay? So, don’t try to help.” She looked at him, afraid of what he’d say back. She saw his lips curve into a smile, displaying perfect white teeth.

“Why don’t you show me around town after school?” he suggested, smiling at her half-pleadingly.

“Uh, I can’t. I- have to do something for my parents. Sorry.” She scrambled to find an excuse.

“I’m sure they’ll understand. Just ride into town with me, Faith. It’ll be alright.”

She sighed.  There was something intriguing about this new boy, Alex.  Finally and reluctantly, she nodded.

The final bell rang and everyone jumped up to go home. Faith and Alex were the last ones out. “Let’s meet here in about ten minutes, okay? I have to put something up,” she said slowly. Alex nodded, watching her fade in the crowd. He glanced down at his feet and saw a little black notebook. “Faith” was scribbled from the bottom left corner to the top right corner. He looked around him, then backed up against the wall, slowly sliding down into a sitting position.  Very carefully, he picked up the book and began to read what Faith had so elegantly written out, growing angrier with each word.

**** ********

Ten minutes passed and the halls were empty by the time Faith came back. She shuffled to where Alex was sitting and soon noticed the little black book in his hands. “What are you doing?” she shouted, too frozen to move.

He barely glanced at her as he began to read aloud. “’Last night was horrible, probably one of the worst beatings from Mom, and most painful rape from Dad. It’s hard to believe it’s been five years since this first began and I’m still alive. I wish I wasn’t. After Dad was done with me, which was around midnight, two hours after he first shoved me into his room that night, I couldn’t help myself. I pulled out my old razor again and dug it into my wrist. I can’t believe I did that after promising myself I wouldn’t. But my scarred arms, their tears of blood, are my shameful proof.’” He glowered at her from above the rim of the book.

Silence echoed throughout the empty halls. A single tear escaped her eye, which lead to more.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he demanded.

“Alex, you don’t even know me! You think you can just come to a new school and dig up some random girl’s secrets? Why do you even care?” She furrowed her eyebrows, narrowed her blazing indigo eyes, her arms stretched out to her sides.

“Faith, this happened last night! I care because not only are your parents hurting you, but you’re hurting yourself!” His face was seemingly glowing red and there was a slight twinkle in his eye. He walked up to her, took her by the arms and carefully rolled each sleeve up to her elbows. Her cuts were accompanied by numerous bruises. Alex looked more closely and saw that one arm had “HELP” burned on her flesh, the other had “WORTHLESS” carved into it.

He shook his head, his jaw hanging open as he carefully traced her cuts, burns, and bruises. Faith winced from the gentle caress, but tried to hide it.

“Just forget about it.  It’s not worth it anyway.  I’m just going home.” She mumbled, pulling her arms back and covering them, folding them across her chest and started to walk away.

Alex grabbed her and stared at her arms, then at her face and shook his head. He pleaded gently, “Please, just show me around town?  Come with me, we don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.”  Faith looked up at him and gauged his sincerity.  She couldn’t help it.  There was some kind of magnetic pull emanating from him.  Again, even knowing the pain she was in store for later that evening, she gave in.  He led her out to his truck, a black 2010 model Ford, and opened the passenger door for her.

He glanced at her from the corner of his eye as he weaved through the winding streets of Greenbrier, West Virginia. Finally, breaking the silence he said, “Any good restaurants in Lewisburg?”

She looked at him and nodded. “There’s a Chinese buffet by K-Mart. Take the next left and drive into Fairlee, then K-Mart and the buffet will be on the left, shouldn’t be too hard to notice,” she explained.

“Alright, look, I know I promised not to but I have to ask this. Why do you hurt yourself?”

She looked out the window as trees passed by. “It lets out the pain.”

“In the long run, all those cuts are just reminders of your pain, though, not outlets for it.”

She said nothing in return, because she honestly didn’t know what to say. She just continued to stare out the window as they passed Suzan’s Pet Store, Dairy Queen, all the little restaurants and stores scattered throughout town.

“How about we skip the dinner, and see a movie instead?” he said, slowly down. She gave him a weary sideways glance.

“There’s a theatre behind K-Mart,” she explained slowly.

He chuckled, shaking his head. “You guys have everything in one spot, don’t you?” She just shrugged and nodded silently.

He slowly drove up the long drive to K-Mart. “The theatre is around the back.” He nodded, carefully navigating through the parking lot and pulling unto the spaces behind K-Mart.

The parking was nearly deserted.

Alex got out and walked over to Faith’s side, opening her door and helping her out.

As they walked to the glass double doors, he slowly slithered his arm around her waist and pulled her closer. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her blush, smile slightly, and look down.

“What do you want to see?” he asked sweetly.

“Um, The Pieces of Love, please?” she replied quietly. He smiled down at her. Adorable, he thought.

He paid for the tickets, bought some soda and Snowcaps candy, and led her into the theatre.

Faith couldn’t even pay attention to the movie. Her eyes kept traveling to Alex, his broad nose, strong chin, neat but shaggy hair.

Her cell phone buzzed in her hand, the screen lighting up the air around her.

Three missed calls and one new text message; all of them were from her mom.

“Alex, drive me home now! My parents are going to kill me!” She nearly shouted and stood up, dropping the box of Snowcaps. Alex sat there, gray eyes wide in shock. He quickly recovered and stood up, his jaw set and face tight.

“Let’s go,” he whispered, stern and harsh.

He sped through the town, following Faith’s directions and soon pulled into her driveway.

You would never expect someone who lived in her house to be abusive. Her house was three stories with a pool in the backyard. Through the windows, you could see a baby grand piano, a fire place, plasma screen TV, and expensive looking furniture.

All part of their deception, Alex thought.

“I’ll call you to let you know I’m alright,” she whispered hastily and opened her door, stumbling out and up her steps to the front door.

She walked through, carefully shutting the door behind her, and then Alex heard a thud.

He jumped out of the truck and went to the window in the foyer.

“You worthless piece of trash! I told you, home by 4:30! It’s almost 8 now!” He heard her mother shout as he crouched by the window. He saw her raise her hand and it strike Faith across the cheek.

He slid his phone out of his back pocket and pressed record, video taping Faith’s mom.

Fifteen minutes of nothing but screaming, cussing, and hitting was taking its toll on Faith; Alex could tell. Salty tears were slipping down his cheek.

Mrs. Hart soon walked out, still fuming. Faith’s weak body lay on the floor, bloody and shaking.

Alex was just about to sneak in and grab her when a man walked in, yelling at her to get up. She didn’t; he kicked her and Alex could imagine her ribs shattering from impact; she was just so fragile.

“Get up!” Mr. Hart demanded. He shook his head and grabbed Faith, slamming her into the wall.

Seeing enough, Alex jumped up and angrily ran through the front door. “Let go of her!” he shouted above Faith’s screams of pain.

Mr. Hart smirked and dropped Faith to the ground with a thud. Alex’s eyes went hard as he lunged at the tall, muscular man. Faith’s father may have been stronger, but anger and adrenaline powered Alex like none other.  He tackled him to the ground, constantly throwing punches at him. Blood seeped from Mr. Hart’s nose and lower lip, as well as Alex’s knuckles.

Faith lay on the ground beside them, watching from behind her veil of long hair. She opened her mouth to say something and stop it all, but her mind was blank and she couldn’t make herself speak.

She watched as her dad slowly lost energy and quit fighting. Alex got off of him, observing the motionless limp for any sign of attack. Mr. Hart lay on the floor, unconscious; blood spilling out of his nose and lip.

Alex took one last look at Mr. Hart before scooping Faith up in his arms and rushing her to his truck.

As he drove through the sleepy streets of downtown Lewisburg, he watched Faith rest, exhausted from the abuse she just received. With each glance, a burning fury crept through his veins. How could anyone hurt her? He’d never understand any of it. Her black hair glistened in the street lights, giving her a halo of curious blue. Her eyelids fluttered gently as she slept, her chest rising and falling in rhythmic beat. She was beautiful, an angel, so why did they want to hurt her?

The police station seemed to be the only thing alive and awake in town. He hurriedly pulled into the parking and got out, carrying Faith into the front room.

“Hello. What can I do for you?” the officer behind the front desk asked. He was in his mid-forties, red, thinning hair and a small mustache gave him a look of authority.

Alex didn’t answer as he gently placed Faith on a nearby bench nailed to the wall and handed the officer his phone, the video he recorded just starting.

The officer looked at him over the rim of his glasses, and then his eyes shifted down to the phone. His eyebrows lifted and furrowed as he watched the video go on. He nodded and looked over to Faith when it ended.

He observed her from a distance, looking at her scarred and bruised arms, her bloodied face. “I see,” he whispered, pulling out a police report and pen. “What’s her name, son?”

“Faith Hart. She’s 16 and lives on 264 Henson Rd. Clintonville, 24931.” He glanced at Faith as she rolled over on her side, her blue eyes open and questioning him. “I met her today and drove her home. I stayed back for a while and her parents just started hitting her. She told me they abused and raped her for the past five years.”

Faith’s eyes shot open in alarm. “What are you doing, Alex?” she screeched as she struggled to get up, clutching her side where she was kicked.

“He’s saving you,” the officer said. He looked at Alex. “We’ll send a squad over immediately. In the meantime, do you have somewhere to stay, Faith?” She shook her head weakly.

“She can stay with me,” Alex suggested quietly.

The officer nodded approvingly. “That’s alright for now. Soon, though, we’ll need a more permanent placement.”

Faith shook her head. “I want to stay with Alex, permanently.”

The officer sighed and rubbed his sleepy eyes with a shaky hand. “I’ll see what I can do,” he stated with a heavy sigh.

Faith grinned up at Alex with hope, who was smiling gently, proudly, relieved.

**** ********

A Month Later

Faith rested her head on Alex’s chest, letting him support her weight as they sat snuggled on his couch.

He heard her giggle, such a cute sound, one he wanted to die hearing.

Her giggles died out and a silence fell over them. It wasn’t an awkward silence, but a comfortable one that meant they were both in deep thought.

She buried her head in his shoulder, breathing in his scent. “Faith, you remember that movie we saw the other day?” He felt her nod. “I think I know how that guy in the movie feels,” he explained, uncertain if he made sense.

“What do you mean?” she asked, gazing up at him with blue eyes that for once were clear, not painted over with pain.

He looked at a magazine on the coffee table thoughtfully, propping his feet on the table top. “Well, he loved the girl, but she didn’t realize it, or at least he didn’t think she did; I can relate.” He shrugged slightly. “It probably doesn’t make sense.”

Faith sat up a little straighter. “It makes sense, but who is she?” She felt her lip twitch up a little, but she tried to hide her smile.

“Her name’s Faith Hart. She has the most beautiful indigo eyes and black hair that travels down her back. It’s pretty curly, wavy, and has a tint of blue when the light shines on it. She’s short, but a cute kind of short. She has three adorable freckles on each cheek, and she always wears dark, baggy clothes, which I’m going to put an end to. I’m sure she has a great body underneath all those clothes and she’ll look great in purple, blue, and green- anything besides black.” He smiled down at her, noticing her flushed cheeks growing redder and redder, almost scarlet.

Faith looked down and nervously played with her hands. Alex brought his hand up to her face slowly, traced the outline of her jaw, and then carefully lifted her chin up to look at him. Her eyes closed as he traced her eyebrows, eyelids, her lips.

He inched closer to her face and she could feel his breath on her lips. Her breath caught somewhere in her throat, and her stomach exploded in a frenzy of butterflies. His lips brushed against hers, not quite touching and her heart jumped; she shivered.

“I love you,” he mumbled, his lips brushing against her again. Then, they were kissing, his lower lip twisted and brushed against her upper lip over and over again.

He pulled away and looked into her eyes that were still closed. Her lips slowly curved into a smile and she bit her lip, opening her eyes as her gaze met his.

She laid her head back on his chest, listening to his heart beat, feeling his chest rise and fall as he drifted to sleep. As her eyes grew heavy, she thought of how much her life changed since she met him.

She didn’t think about her life before Alex; she didn’t want to remember it, though the pain of the memories were always in the back of her mind. It would be like that for a while, she knew.

But she didn’t want it to be like that, ever, she realized in a sudden, hazy thought. She glanced at Alex, gently shaking him to see if he’s awake and whispering his name.

When he did not respond, she slipped from under his arm and snuck to the bathroom, cringing every time the floor creaked under her feet. She stopped by the kitchen to grab a pen and paper. She looked around then picked up the pen. The metal was heavy but cool in her hand.

She thought for a moment, and then wrote:


Dear Alex,

These past few weeks have literally been the happiest in my life, no cliché intended. You saved me, and there’s no way to repay you for that. I’m falling for you hard; I can see myself marrying you, as crazy and obsessive as that seems. You’re just so caring and nice and you actually want to be with me, it seems, and I can tell you’d protect me from anything that threatens to hurt me.

Except you can’t protect me from myself or from the memories that swarm through my mind of my parents. I don’t want to go through life remembering the pain they caused me. Most of my wounds have healed, but I’m always going to hurt; I only know one way to make it all stop.

I hope you understand, and if you don’t, then sorry.

I Love You, Faith.

She gently placed the pen and paper down on the kitchen counter and crept into the bathroom. She looked in the cabinets for pills, and then stopped herself.

If she was going to die, she wanted to do it suffering. She had no explanation as to why; she just knew she didn’t want the help of drugs to kill herself.

She looked through the drawers for scissors or a razor or something. She found a pair of scissors and grabbed them then walked over to the bathtub and began running cold water. She stripped down, leaving her clothes in a heap on the floor and climbed in the tub. As the chilling water rose and swallowed her feet and legs, she got goose bumps. She pressed the blade of the scissors to her arm, a spot that hadn’t be scarred yet, and carved “Faith” into the smooth skin. She watched as scarlet blood spilled over her forearm and splashed into the freezing water. The water kept rising higher until it was up to her chin, then she turned it off and let herself sink slowly into the cold depths, sliding until her face was under the water.

She waited for the moment when she’d run out of breath. Seconds ticked by and her mind went frantic. The struggle for survival was kicking in and the need for air was screaming in the back of her mind. She refused the impulse to take a breath.

She felt herself slipping.

It’s almost like falling asleep, Faith thought. She was losing all senses and her mind was numbing. Everything felt fuzzy, but at the same time she felt nothing at all.

The screaming for air was getting louder and heaviness was pounding on her chest, but her heart was slowing.

She felt as if her body were being lifted, but that may be her losing consciousness; she wasn’t sure anymore.

She could almost hear someone calling her name, thought she felt hands on her face and arms, but she reminded herself that she was dying, so maybe it was normal to feel that.

“Faith! Faith, please, come on! Breathe, Faith!” She heard a voice in the back of her mind shout, but it was distant and insignificant. “Faith! Wake up, breathe! Why did you do this to yourself, to me? Come on, Faith; just open your eyes, please!” The yelling was becoming more frantic and the feeling of being touched was becoming less and less ignorable.

She squeezed her eyes shut, willing herself to go back to the place where she heard nothing, felt nothing, but it never came back. She tugged her hand away from whatever was grasping her. She merely opened her eyes, sucked in a hiss of air, and heard Alex’s voice echo in the bathroom. “Thank God! Alright, Faith, breath slowly, deep breaths,” he instructed and sat her up, wrapping a towel around her. Faith looked around. She was on the floor in Alex’s bathroom, her arm still bleeding and the bathtub water was draining. She looked at Alex, and into his eyes and saw tears streaming down his face. His pupils were dilated to the point that she couldn’t see their mystical gray color.  His breath was coming out rapidly and rigid, his body shaking violently. He looked heartbroken, shattered, scared, like he just lost his reason for living. But underneath that she could see hope and relief of finding his reason again.

She opened her mouth to speak, but all that came out was a stutter. He shook his head and scooped her up in his arms with ease, not caring that she was dripping wet and naked. He carried her into his room and placed her on the bed, covering her up. He sat on the edge beside her, looking at her pale, drained face. He placed his hand on her cheek, caressing it gently, feeling the freezing skin on his palm. “Please, don’t do that to me again,” he whispered. She looked down at the pillow. “When I woke up and saw you weren’t laying there next to me, I thought you were getting something to eat or drink, so I went into the kitchen, but you weren’t in there; your note was, though,” he recaptured his memory painfully. “I was scared I was too late, I thought I lost you already. I checked all over the house for you before I realized you had to be in the bathroom; by then I was sure that I was too late, and that you were probably already dead. I ran in there, saw you in the tub, and I couldn’t handle myself. I rushed to get you out, but you were so cold, so pale and I didn’t think you had a pulse.  But I barely heard your heart beat and I knew you still had a chance. I couldn’t let you do that to yourself, Faith. I knew you were still hurting, and it hurt me, too, but there has to be some way for me to help you. Just please, don’t leave me like that, and don’t ever hurt yourself like that again.” He choked to get his words out; his hand grasped her trembling hand. “Promise me,” he demanded quietly. She just simply nodded, her eyes growing heavy.

“I promise,” she mumbled, barely above a whisper. “I love you, Alex,” she said a little louder.

“I love you, too. And I promise you, nothing will ever hurt you; I won’t let anything hurt you. And I will protect you from everything, including yourself,” he reassured her.


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