Finding Faith (27 page)

His sparkling eyes were on me. “I love the smile, but what’s it for?” he asked.

Do I tell him? No, not yet.

“Hey, tell me before I kiss it off you,” he said squeezing me waist with his hand.

His words sent a shiver through my body. I wanted to tell him but I couldn’t get the words out of my mouth. Instead I let myself go slack in his arms, eating up his heat and smell.

“That’s not a very scary threat,” I said digging myself deeper into his side.

When John was standing outside my door he refused to put me down. He was so cute trying to balance me and dig through what he calls my portable black hole to find the keys, grumbling the entire time.

When he managed to get us inside, he stood in the doorway surveying the place. The living room wasn’t what was ruined so I don’t know why he stood there for so long.

Was he only saying we didn’t have to worry about Brad to make me feel better? It suddenly felt eerily quiet.

“You can let me down now you know.”

“Nope, not after what happened outside. I’ll take you to your bedroom and pack up some stuff for you. You’re staying with me till Monday, maybe longer if I think you need it.”

“No, I’m not.” I pushed back to see his face better.

“Faith, I don’t want to hear it. You’re staying at my place and that’s that.” His eyes were trained on me, daring me to speak while his voice had that don’t mess with me tone again, so I shut my mouth.

We started heading into the bedroom. Not wanting to see the mess, I buried my face into his neck, wrapping my arms around the back of his head, soaking up as much of him as I could, trying to drown out reality for a little longer. When I held onto him like this I was able to forget everything. Nothing mattered.

I almost succeeded in being completely over taken with his smell and body heat until I noticed he was bent over and about to set me down.

“Hey, don’t put me down. I was enjoying myself,” I said tightening my hold around him, wiggling my head deeper into the crook of his neck, peppering small kisses all over his neck to persuade him to hold me longer.

“It’s good to know I’m not the only one enjoying this,” he said, nuzzling into my affection as he spoke before giving me a kiss. “But if I don’t put you down I can’t get you where I really want you, in my bed.”

He let out a breath I hadn’t noticed he was holding, giving me another kiss on the top of my head and placing me and my purse on the bed.

I refused to look up, putting my head in my bent up legs.

John rested his hand on my upper arm and said, “Faith, its fine. I told you I would take care of it, didn’t I? Don’t you trust me?” He sounded like he was talking to a child.

With my head folded into my legs I said, “You know I do, but I’m not ready to face it yet. I don’t even know how you can be in the same room with me after all the things he said about me.”

“That man has no idea who you really are. I do.” The bed dipped down next to me. “Faith, look at me. Come on, please. Use the trust you have in me to believe everything will be all right,” he said, his voice sounding strained.

I didn’t want him to think I didn’t trust him, and I certainly didn’t want to upset him after he stood by me all day today supporting me. Slowly, I lifted my head but kept my eyes closed.

John chuckled saying, “Open your eyes silly girl,” running a finger down my cheek, setting me on fire where he touched.

Giving in to his prompting I opened my eyes. At the same time my eyes opened my jaw dropped. This wasn’t my room. There was no way. Everything was cleaned up and repaired as if it never happened.

There was no more writing on my bedroom walls, my bed had new sheets on them, the holes were patched up.

In the bathroom all the pills and condoms were gone. Not one single pill or wrapper remained.

My eyes drifted to the ground. John caught where I was looking and said, “Sorry, the guys didn’t have time to replace the carpet. They’ll do it while you’re at my place.”

Was he really apologizing for not replacing the rug? “How did you do this?” I asked amazed. I couldn’t stop looking around.

“I had some help,” he said, shyly. “I didn’t want you to worry about any of that stuff so the guys helped me. The evidence was collected, pictures taken. Luke fixed the holes, Mike texted me to let me know that when you’re ready they can take your report. Since Brad admitted to it, you could take a couple of days before you give it.”

Tears were filling my eyes as he explained everything he’d done for me.

My heart started to hurt, making me put a closed hand to my chest as if that would help keep down what I was feeling. I don’t think I’ve ever felt so loved in my entire life. Not from my father, definitely not my mother. My sisters were the only ones who even came close, and over the last five years that disappeared.

John was watching me with such tenderness in his eyes I couldn’t keep them back. No matter how hard I tried the tears streamed down my face. I started to furiously wipe them away with the backs of my hands, sniffling to keep my nose from running.

John cupped my face between his strong but gentle hands, rubbing away the tears with his thumbs as they came down.

“I love you, that’s why I did this.” I could feel his warm, sweet breath on my lips, he was that close.

At first all I could do was nod my head in agreement. Through a staggered breath I managed to say, “I know you do. That’s why I’m crying.”

I leapt up onto my knees flinging myself into John, knocking him backwards, landing on top of him smothering his face with kisses as he laughed.

My phone started ringing, but I ignored it and continued to shower him with kisses. John fumbled around blindly until he found it.

He looked at the number while I was bathing his neck in licks and nips. “Babe, it’s that number from earlier. The one you don’t recognize. We should answer it.”

I sighed at his use of we, loving how it sounded coming out of his mouth.

“Go ahead,” I said between the assaults I was giving him.

I was so intoxicated with him and what I was doing I tuned everything else out.

It wasn’t until John sat up taking me with him that I noticed he wasn’t laughing anymore.

“It was Joy. Something happened with your dad. We need to go home when we’re able,” he said grimly.

To be continued...

The mid-west has been home to Ysabel her entire life. Even having lived in the same house for the first twenty three of them. She is married, and has three young daughters that are always into something.

Writing started out as a hobby to fill her nights. Then the story Finding Faith became more when John and Faith called to her. She don't really know what it was, but the characters had to get out. Falling in love with them made her want to share, in hopes that you all fall in love with them as much as she has.

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