Chapter 37 – Morality Fail, Not Personality Disorder (Faith POV) Pt.1

I was floating. No not floating. Being carried by Samson, my head against his chest, just listening to his heartbeat. Ignoring his questions, as well as Trevor's. I couldn't understand what Cynthia thought she was doing? Coming at me, crying, with her hands stretched out as though, she hadn't left me when she escaped. I couldn't remember everything, nor did I have perfect recall for that time, but I surely remembered being left.

The silence in the car was suffocating, killing me slowly while sadness rolled down my face for one reason only – the pain in my wrist, the throbbing that I could seem to feel everywhere. "Faith... sweetheart?" Trevor spoke, he was sitting in the back seat with Samson and me.

"I – I know you don't want to talk and that you're in a relatively good amount of pain, but – have you ever tried healing yourself?" the only question that pulled me from my thoughts.

"I ask because, we aren't sure what you're mixed with, but if you're part shifter, despite that being unknown, there is a chance that you can heal yourself..." heal myself? After all, my injuries and he was only now asking that? "Have you tried doing that? Trying to trigger healing – all you would have to do is... well its different for everyone but think of the pain, and just think of it healing."

Think of healing and that will trigger it? That didn't seem like it would work.

Nonetheless, tears impossible to keep away, I close my eyes thinking of healing, instead of the throbbing pricks and feel of my skin tightening and stretching. Unsure of what it would feel like, I was anticipating indescribable pain because I doubt that breaking was painful and healing wasn't. But after I don't know how long, I sighed when the pain remained, inching closer to stomach turning unease. "Thank you for trying," Trevor murmured.

We hadn't been driving very long when I felt the car stop, but I was unwilling to remove my head from its spot, just feeling like the tiniest bit of movement would make the throb worse.

A cool breeze hits me, sending me into a swirl of shivers that forced me to do what I knew would make the pain worse. Within a few minutes, the breeze hits once again. "I stopped to get you something for the pain," Trevor murmured the car moving, and I realized that we only stopped at his house.

"Faith, I'm going to numb your wrist area, you'll feel a pinch," again I remained silent, feeling as though I was sinking deeper into my mind, protecting myself by hiding where no one could reach me, the world outside complete fog.

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I was floating again, though I couldn't register pain either, and it was growing difficult to focus on hiding away. The ride shifted, and it was the end of my control as I felt a sturdy surface below me, but bile rose swiftly, determined to be expelled. Blinking someone held a silver object underneath my mouth as I heaved.

When there was nothing left to come up, my eyes burning, I tried to focus on the person holding my mess and noted that it was Kalenah's mother, while to my left Samson held my hand. "You're back?" he questioned worriedly, brows pushed together. Looking like the picture of Kalenah at that moment.

Understanding his question but still not wanting to reply verbally I nodded, but he wasn't convinced.

"Okay Radiology is ready for you Faith," Trevor said as soon as he entered the room.

"You don't have to get up, I'll push you there," he smiled, but I couldn't return it.

"I'll bring her right back Samson," Trevor said when he hadn't released my hand in his, "I'll wait here," he told me, ignoring his uncle's words.

His face is utterly pained.

"You know... I think we should get you a punch card, and after five visits we'll just make the sixth free," Trevor laughed.

His words not making sense, "You offer bargains like that?" I whispered gratefully, happy to talk about something, not Cynthia related. Instantly the chuckles halted, and I didn't receive an answer.

Guess they didn't offer that deal.

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"You fractured your hand in two places Faith, the Scaphoid and Distal radius, so it looks like you're going to be needing a cast for at least the next six to eight weeks," Trevor said with a hint of sadness in his voice as he pushed me back to the room. Turning me around, entering the room backward I expected to see Samson and Bess, but they were nowhere to be found.

And even though I wasn't up for speaking to anyone per se, I felt a bit down that Samson wasn't in the room waiting. "They probably just went to get you something to eat, or get fresh air, we were gone a good while," Trevor spoke, most likely noting my reaction.

"I need to get supplies for your cast, I'll only be a minute," he continued when I gave no response.

With a tight smile, he left the room, I and sighed, wondering what was happening back at the house, were they going to kick me out now that I had hit Ansel's brothers wife. Samson had scooped me up fairly quickly, so I had avoided punishment for now, but who knows what would happen when I went back.

Still, I didn't regret hitting Cynthia, I just wished that I didn't get hurt in the process, but it was worth it, she deserved so much more. It all stung deeply that she escaped and found a family, but I was rescued and only had Dmitri. I wasn't ungrateful but still, how had she ended up with the types of families from my books and old movies? Yet each time I went down that road, I didn't make it very far in my hatred because even though I didn't think Cynthia deserved a family like the Conrads, that didn't mean that Andy didn't deserve it.

A few short taps on the door startled me, but I confused I wondered why Trevor would knock, but that only lasted until I saw who was opening the door – a red-eyed Danny.

First logical thought? He came to finish what Cynthia hadn't. Kill me.

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Brennan Conrad POV

Days go by and instead of getting Samson to talk to me, I had both Talia and Samson ignoring me now. Standing around now, though, watching the scene between Cynthia and Faith unfold, I creep back upstairs.

In my haste, I bump right into Talia on crutches.

"Sorry, sorry," I immediately apologize, but with a cold expression, she shuffles around turning back to her room. "Oh come on Talia... please just talk to me," I beg her.

Right outside of her room she whips to face me, "and say what?" she hisses. With the hate in her tone, I blink and swallow thickly.

"Let me just explain, please?"

Her eyes widen, and she shakes her head, "What? Really? Tell me how you helped Devin hack our computers?"

I look away from her down to the hall at all the closed doors, "Don't worry, I meant what I said Brennan, I'm not going to tell anyone else-"

"You don't have to forgive me," I tell her slowly, as below in the living room, the levels of voices increase. "But at least talk to me, just-"

Breathing heavily, Talia hobbles back into her room but holds the door open for me. I take a few steps into the room, unsure, for days she's practically ignored my existence.

"Say what you have to say, Brennan," she orders sitting on the edge of her bed, eyes focused on me. Glaring.

The funny thing is with both Samson and Talia ignoring me, I had worked up the many different ways I could get everything out I had to say. All that I needed to apologize for. Yet now, with the way Talia was gazing at me, ultimately like our mom, the words were stuck in my throat. "What I did was wrong-"

Talia cocks a brow at me. I nod, "Okay – we didn't think. I – all we did was go into the computers so that we had remote desktop connections. It was wrong," I hurry to say when from her facial expression I know it doesn't matter what Devin and I intended to do.

Talia shakes her head, "I know it was wrong, but you should have known it was wrong when you were doing it, Brennan! Before then!"

I have no response, "When are you going to tell the others?"

I swallow, looking down at my feet. "Aunt Angela and dad have set up a trap for the person going into the-" Talia's cell phone buzzes. Holding me in place with her eyes, she answers, with a sigh that I didn't understand when she said "Javi."

Her face scrunches up. "No – we aren't missing money?"

"How much?"

"Yeah no... mom and dad haven't said they're missing that kind of money." I listen to the one-sided conversation, though I'm still aware of the questions Javier is asking. I couldn't pick up everything, but I still heard his questions.

"Why are you asking?" Talia questions.

Looking down at my feet, I listen to his response. "I was in Taylor and Devin's room. I was looking for eye-drops for Devin, babe. I went in her suitcase and found a stack of hundreds. Nearly ten grand," my eyes widen. How did Taylor get that kind of money? Talia asks at the same time that I think the same thing.

"I'm leaving her dorms now, but Talia, she said that she stole it from your family," Talia's head snaps up, her eyes meeting mine. But I can only look back at her blankly, I haven't heard of mom and dad losing ten grand.

But then again, maybe with Faith and now my problems... maybe mom and dad didn't know they were missing money?

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