It's been two weeks since everything went down at the club, and two weeks since I've stepped foot in there. I'd taken a full week off from work, which really hurt my ability to pay rent for the month. Nicole and Henry said it was okay, but I did notice Henry coming back later each day. I knew he'd taken extra shifts and I couldn't let him do that anymore. So here I am working again trying to move on. I haven't heard from Jace and Henry hasn't said anything to me, I also haven't asked. I'm contemplating just dropping the whole thing. We may not be speaking now, but he did help me so he can't be all bad right?

I'm fixing up some records by the window up front when there's a loud bang. I swear my heart jumps out of my chest, I worry who will be there when I look up. I know that the guy who attacked me; Benjamin Watts is still in jail so I don't think it's him. My eyes land on Jace who's staring at me. He knows he can't be here and that if any of them see him I'm in deep shit.

I wave at him to go away and he just stands there with a smirk on his face. It's that smirk again and I can't help but want to slap it right off of him. I hear footsteps coming and turn to see Uncle James standing there.

"What was that?" he questions staring at the window behind me.

I turn and notice Jace is gone. I turn back to Uncle James and shrug.

"Bird maybe?" I question.

"Again? I'll have to put something there maybe it will keep them from doing that," he says clearly annoyed.

I take a deep breath relieved that he didn't see Jace. He starts walking but stops and turns back to me.

"Hey Faith," he says.

"Yes Uncle James?" I question fidgeting with the records in my hand.

"Are you sure you're feeling better? You look like you've seen a ghost," he says.

I nod, he hesitates for a second before walking away. I had to tell him and Aunt Marjorie what happened at the club. They told me I should probably stay away from there for a while, but that they couldn't force me since I'm an adult. I appreciated their concern and that's part of the reason I haven't been back. As scared as I am though I don't think I can stay away much longer. I need to dance it's literally the only thing that can make me feel like myself again.

Jace's head pops back up and the smirk never leaves his face. He looks weird, high maybe? Or dunk I can't tell. He places his hands against the glass trying to get my attention. I shake my head. He continues to lightly tap on the window, I need to get him to leave. Thankfully when I get to the front of the store Charlene is nowhere to be found, and Aunt Marjorie is the only one at the register.

"I need some fresh air," I tell her.

"Okay," she tells me.

It's cold, but I'm wearing a heavy sweatshirt so it helps a little. I can already feel my face burn with cold the second I step outside. I don't see Jace at first, but then I notice his head peeking out from around the corner of the store.

"You should go," I warn.

"Lighten up," he says. "Where have you been?" he questions.

"Lighten up? Are you kidding me right now?" I ask raising my voice.

He steps closer and the minute he does I can smell it. He's definitely high. I'm not sure why he's even here right now.

"C'mon Faith you know why I'm here," he says stumbling. Oh I guess we can definitely add drunk to the mix.

"And why is that?" I question hands on my hips.

He just looks at me and doesn't answer. His smirk is gone and now he just looks scary. I'm starting to get nervous. Doesn't he remember what happened to me just two weeks ago? He's acting creepy, stalker creepy and I don't like it. Charlene will be okay if I don't continue my little plan, he's just a guy she can get over it. I can't do this anymore not if he's going to act like this.

"Look, I don't have time for this shit. I missed a week of work as it is I need to get back in there," I tell him.

When he doesn't say anything I turn back and head straight for the door. His footsteps trail behind me as he grabs onto my hand. It's not hard enough to hurt, but it startles me. He's always asked permission before touching me. I tug hard turn around and slap him across the face. The sound literally echoes around me with the amount of force I put into the hit. His face drops and he stands there in complete utter shock.

"I'm not one of your play things, I won't take your shit. I've had enough to deal with and if this is the way you're going to act just because I asked Nicole to bring me home that night, then you have a lot of growing up to do. You can't just show up at my job high as a kite and drunk off your ass, you do realize that my Uncle will call the cops on you. He wants you nowhere near Charlene or myself. If this is how you're going to behave then you can fly your ass back to Seattle for all I care because I'm done with whatever this was," I tell him.

I turn back towards the store and start walking back in.

"Faith I..." he starts.

I glance over my shoulder and throw him a look that says, back off. Without another look I walk straight back to the store and stalk inside. I stop for a second right at the entry way and close my eyes. Why was that hard to do? When I open my eyes Charlene and Aunt Marjorie are standing at the register. I don't think they saw anything because there's a huge line that snakes around the first two browsers. Both look at me.

"You okay girl?" Charlene calls.

"Perfect!" I call out.

I take a deep breath and head for another area of the store to work on. I've got some alphabetizing to do anyway, the pop/rock section was a disaster the last time I looked. I'll do anything to keep my mind off of Jace and his stupid face.