"Life is a moderately good play with a badly written third act." –Truman CapoteFaiths POV *Dream/flashback*Tears streamed down my face as I blow my nose to the tissue more. I heard the door open."Bambi I'm home." Andrew called out. I wanted to answer but I just kept crying."Bambi." He called out again. He entered the living room and when he saw me he had a worried look on his face."Faith what's wrong?" He asked while sitting beside me. "Did I do something wrong?" He asked worriedly."No, no Andrew it's not you." I said while composing myself."I was watching a movie called my sister's keeper and let's just say it made me like this." I said while pointing out my teary state.He sighed in relief and then laughed. "You know it's just funny when you watch sad ending movies. You always cry." He said."Hey, some sad ending movies are my stress relievers. So don't judge me." I scolded while pouting."Oh I'm sorry tesoro." He said while hugging me. "It's just sad when I see you cry too.

"With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought."Faith's POV"¿Por qué debería llevarte de vuelta Gustavo?" She hissed. (why should I take you back Gustavo?)"Porque no podemos alejarnos el uno del otro cariño." Gustavo said. (Because we can't stay away from each other sweetheart)"Pft. Dices eso, pero aun así aceptas casarte con ella. Dijiste que soy el único para ti, pero escuchas a tus padres al casarte con ella y no te preocupas por mí ni por nosotros." She said while turning away from him. (Pft. You say that but you still agree to marry her. You said that I'm the only one for you, but you listen to your parents on marrying her and don't care about me or us.)He saw her turn around and quickly went in her way."Sal de mi camino, Gustavo." She said. (Get out of my way, Gustavo.)He touch her rosy cheeks and her brown curls."No te dejaré ir hasta que te explique, María." He said. (I won't let you go till I explain, Maria).She wanted to move b

"I know my heart will never be the same, but I'm telling myself I'll be okay.” ― Sara EvansFaith's POVColdCold as the winter in AlaskaThat's all I felt in this dark and suspicious room. There was barely anything in this room. Not even a single window where the sunlight hit my face.The coldness pierced through my skin like an ice shard or a rose thorn.I felt weak, I could barely stand up. Every inch of my body hurts whenever I moved.I sat up despite it hurts when moving around. I felt something heavy in my abdomen. It felt like carrying a watermelon.A light cracked open and in come Andrew and an unknown man. When I looked closer to the unknown, he was the one who tried to rape me when I was in Madrid."Looks like you're awake." Andrew said. "Perfect timing." He said."Why?" I asked desperately. "Why did you put me here? What did I ever do to you?" I asked him and he glared."I've been faithful to you since day one Andrew. I never thought about hurting you because I love you. Yo

A/NYou all are gonna hate me for this chapter 'It hurts when you leave a light on for nobody'-Graham Foust Faith POV"Andrew." I called out. He turned to look at me with horror slashed across his face. "What are you doing here?How did you find me?" I asked slurly."Well when I went to the hotel room, I was greeted by my bodyguard saying that my bedroom was a mess, you weren't in your room and that you ran away." He exclaimed. "But I must say that it was a good diversion you planned." He said sarcastically."Then why would you drag Alex when we were dancing? that's just you being insane and possessive." I said while laughing. The alcohol flowing around in my body is not doing any good to me since it pulls out the excitement that is inside my emotions.He stayed silent. He clenched his jaw and balled up his fists. "I was jealous ok." He admitted. "There I said it now let's go." He said while gently grabbing my hand and tried to pull me away from the dance Floor.I pulled his arm away

*Third Person POV*Andrew paced back and forward in front of the single white door. The doctors are currently aiding her. It's been an hour since she hit her head on the table. An hour since Andrew told Faith that he knew that he caused the miscarriage.The guilt that formed 2 years ago in his heart, multiplied to god knows how many more. It has multiplied ever since last night when he found out about the miscarriage.“YOU!” He heard someone shout. Before he could see who it was, he felt a pair of hands shoved on his back with strong force, which resulted with him being on the floor. A presence towered over him and pulled him by the collar of his buttoned shirt. “Haven’t you done fucking enough!?” The person snapped.He looked up and saw a familiar angry blonde haired and blue-eyed man. Austin. He opened his mouth to speak but he was violently cutted off. Before Andrew could utter out a word, Austin raised his fist and swung it to his jaw. Andrew tried to speak but with Austin’s viole