Chapter 1: Oh…God!
Faith’s P.O.V
“Oh yes! God…yes!”
No…
This wasn’t what I had expected…not at all.
First days of college weren’t supposed to be like this! How was this even possible? How did I suddenly find myself stuck in this kind of a…horrible situation? This was nothing short of debauchery!
“Oh god…yes! O-god!”
I pressed my hands against my ears to stop the sounds, but her voice echoing off of the walls only magnified it. I had come to the washroom to escape everything happening all around me, but this…this sounded like hell!
As a girl who had studied at the Academy of Sacred Heart all her life; as a girl who came from a Catholic family and wore a purity ring…even hearing another woman call out god’s name in the throes of such…acts…was blasphemy.
It was only nine in the morning for lord’s sake! It was broad daylight! Then how could she perform such…such acts now?
I was always taught that intimate acts were reserved for after marriage. Those who performed such acts before marriage were to be punished by god. My own aunt was kicked out of her family for being a reckless woman! Did this girl not have any fear?
Dear lord, please deliver me from such shameless sins!
“YES! Oh! Yes! Brandon! More!”
Brandon? Was that the boy’s name? The boy who was performing such…deeds? Even his name sounded like he was the poster boy for troublemaking!
“Yess! Oohh!”
Oh Lord! Please deliver me from such sins! I prayed as I clutched the cross on my necklace. It was the necklace that my mother left behind…the only reminder I had of her. The only ornament that could now give me any form of comfort now that she was gone.
I knew that coming to a co-ed system after spending my entire life in an all-girls school was the definition of a bad idea, but what choice did I have?
Last summer, my parents passed away in a car accident and the only living relative I had left was my aunt Katherine, from my mother’s side of the family. She was an outcast, the woman who was often considered the evil spawn. Aunt Kathy had been kicked out of her home when she turned eighteen because of recklessly being with a boy she claimed she had liked and she had been married twice and divorced twice since then.
Currently, she was living with her boyfriend in Miami, Florida, in a ‘live-in’ relationship without the vows of marriage. So now, I had to move in with her and she was the one who had insisted that I get admitted in the International University of Florida and get a degree so I could support myself in the future.
My mother had always planned on getting me married once I finished high school, possibly to one of my father’s friend’s sons. And even though I had been a little resistant about the idea at first, my parents had told me that it was for the best and that was how good girls acted. But they had also agreed to wait another year after high school, to see what I wanted to do in life. But now that my parents were gone and I was living with my aunt, because I hadn't yet turned eighteen during the car crash…she wanted me to go for higher education. And I agreed with her because I didn’t know what else to do either.
But then the second I had arrived on campus, I had started to panic.
Not only did I see boys and girls interact with each other freely, hugging and holding hands like it was just a simple matter…they were kissing in broad daylight as well. I had still managed to suppress my urge to panic; I had really tried my best…until I saw a boy in the middle of the hallway, in front of the lockers, bent down to kiss another boy while grabbing his behind. That was it…the ultimate sin! It had been my limit!
I had come to the bathroom to stop myself from hyperventilating and prepare myself mentally because I knew I would be seeing so much more in the hours to come. I didn’t want to be called a bigot, because at least I understood that not everyone had the same beliefs…but what I hadn't expected was that right after I had entered the stall, someone would enter the bathroom and lock the main door…and bring a boy into the women’s washroom…to copulate in broad daylight!
“Oooohh!”
For a second, I was startled at the intensity of the sound the woman made.
Was she in pain? Was the boy hurting her? ...should I take a look?
My mind instantly rejected the idea. How could I intrude on such a private moment? No matter how wrong it was to have coitus in the daylight, it was still an intimate moment between a boy and a girl! I couldn’t…I shouldn’t-
“No! Stop! Not there!”
Dear Lord! My heart slammed against my ribcage. Was she being tortured? Was she being forced against her will?
I had to take a look! I had to make sure she was safe! How could I stand by and watch when a woman was being…raped?
Slowly, I unlocked the stall door, my heart hammering against my ribcage as another shout sounded, this one more violent than the first; and I opened the door just enough so that an ample amount of what was happening outside was visible for me to judge the situation. I would shut the door immediately, I told myself. I just needed to be sure she was alright.
But when I peeked through…nothing could have prepared me for the sight in front of my eyes.
The girl was sprawled on the counter, her back against the bathroom mirror and her legs spread wide to accommodate the boy in between her legs. Her head was thrown back, exposing the slender column of her neck and her blonde hair with pink highlights was plastered to her face and neck as her hands were on the boy’s head, fingers gripping his black hair tightly in her grasp as if…as if she was pushing his head inside of her…
I covered my mouth with one hand, trying to suppress my gasp of horror, my free hand clutching the cross on my necklace so hard that somewhere at the back of my mind, I was worried that it would tear. She had never been in pain this whole time! In fact…I had mistaken the situation.
But…I should look away right? I had made sure that she wasn’t hurt…I should move away and close the door…but …I found that I couldn’t. I found myself transfixed on the spot, watching as the girl’s chest rose and fell with every breath. Her navy colored blouse was wide open down the middle and thrown over her shoulders, exposing her chest to my sight. Her breasts were large and her nipples a light pink shade which had stiffened like mine did when I felt cold…but they looked different, harder. Her skirt was on the ground and her red panties were hanging from one leg, stuck on the heels of her black shoes.
And then the boy rose to his full height…and blue eyes met mine in the mirror.
My heart nearly burst out of my chest. Good lord! What do I do? What should I do? I wasn’t…I didn’t mean to spy on an intimate moment! What should I do?
But just when I thought that the boy might tell on me or inform his partner…his lips tilted up into a smirk in the mirror and I heard the click of a belt as he let his pants drop to pool at his feet. His blue eyes challenged me through the mirror, provoking me to keep looking…and it felt like I was about to take the bait…
A drop of sweat dripped down from my forehead and rolled down my cheek, but still, I couldn’t look away. What on earth was wrong with me!
Move, Faith! I screamed at myself in my head. Move! Close the door! Run!
But my body refused to listen to my mind.
The boy placed his hands on his blue underwear…and then pulled them down over the taut mounds of his butt cheeks…and then, making eye contact with me in the mirror once again…jerked forward, making the girl groan out, and her deep pink lips falling open into a wordless scream.
Something happened to me then…something I had never experiences. My body grew hot and my womanhood…it felt warm…tingly…and wet.
That was it. I couldn’t watch anymore.
Not caring about what hell I was about to bring upon myself, I grabbed my backpack that I had hung on the hooks behind the door and pushing the door wide open…I ran.
Out of the stall…out of the washroom…out of the building…
I just ran. And I didn’t look back.
Chapter 2: Peeking Little Mouse?Brandon’s P.O.V“Wha-what was that?” Julia Grey, my on and off girlfriend for the past year, whispered in a hoarse voice as the washroom door slammed shut behind our little spectator.“Nothing significant.” I smirked down at her form, one of my hands going to her hair as I gripped the silken strands and pulled her head back, to expose her neck. With my other hand going to her breast to grip it tight, I thrust into her completely, feeling her inner folds sliding over my shaft with ease as I slid in to the hilt before pulling out to the tip. God she was wet! “So ready for me, Jules? You’ve been anticipating this haven’t you?” “What was that sound?” She grit out, ignoring my question as she wrapped her legs around my hips and jerked me forward, making me thrust into her to the completely once again.For a second my mind went blank as pleasure filled my veins, but I rose back to the surface with teeth gritting control. She really needed to understand that
Chapter 3: Go Little RockstarFaith’s P.O.VI was panting by the time I rushed out to the main courtyard; my mind fogged to the point where I couldn’t even see where I was going.Hands…lips…breasts…sweat…jerking…blue eyes met mine through the mirror…Startled, I stopped mid-step, pausing to place a hand over my racing heart. My breath was shaky and that feeling in my tummy was back…that warmth…that, that…I shook my head before looking around the empty campus, where I had run out to after witnessing the scene at the washroom. Why did it feel like I would be in so much trouble if someone saw me like this? Running around the campus like I had done something wrong?Could people really tell by the look on your face when you have done something you shouldn’t have? When you have witnessed something you shouldn’t have? But looks can be deceiving right?My heart felt like a drum against my ribcage as I stood up straight and turned in every direction, just to make sure that no one saw me just
Chapter 4: Dragged into the Bet Brandon’s P.O.V I took a long, cold shower to help calm my temper. By now, I was sure that Julia might have already spread the rumor all around campus that she and I were back together. The delusional woman needed to get her head out of her ass. Even after the way I had humiliated her today, I don’t think she would learn her lesson. Truth was, there had been a time when I had thought that I was in love with Julia, but when I was in a real life crisis and when I had truly been hurting and needed her the most…she had ended up fucking my best friends instead, because she ‘couldn’t deal with my shit.’ At that time, I had gone down another downward spiral; but one thing I had learned from the experience? Trust no bitch, ever. But not even a month later, Julia was back at my feet, begging me to take her back. The reason? No one could love her the way I did. The translation? No motherfucker was rich enough to buy her Gucci bags and Jimmy Choo heels on the
Chapter 5: Making FriendsFaith’s P.O.V“Hi, I’m Deborah, but everyone calls me Debby,” a girl with dark brown hair and hazel eyes greeted me at the gate to the Science building, exactly where my aunt said I’d be able to find her. She was wearing a multicolored floral printed top that made her dusky skin pop and a pair of black shorts that reached her mid-thighs. There was a light dusting of freckles on her nose and cheeks that seemed to get darker when she smiled. “Katherine called me to help you adjust to your new college life.”The ease at which she called my aunt Katherine by her first name was surprising. Back home in Michigan, I had never had the pleasure of calling any of my parent’s friends by their first names. It was an unspoken rule that I must add Mister or Misuses before their surnames and to not follow those rules where frowned upon. Any child in our community knew that elders should be respected and respect was shown not just by calling them with honorifics, but also by
Chapter 6: Detention Buddies?Faith’s P.O.VBrandon, the boy I had seen this morning, got up from his seat and moved closer to where I was standing; his stance casual like he didn’t have a care in the world.What I immediately noticed was that he had changed his clothes since this morning, and that his midnight black hair looked slightly damp, like he had taken a shower not too long ago.Debby immediately held my hand and pushed me back towards the serving area, to stay as far away from him and the other boy as possible. “Crap!” She cussed under her breath, looking around frantically for a way to escape.The new guy had dirty blond hair and brown eyes and he was wearing a blue jacket over a white t-shirt and blue jeans. He looked a bit older than us, probably the same age as Brandon or maybe older…a senior perhaps? But he looked mad; like he was about ready to murder someone. And as soon as he saw Brandon, his anger only seemed to intensify.“You motherfucking son of a bitch!” The boy
Chapter 7: Ms. Purity RingBrandon’s P.O.V“Y-you shouldn’t d-do it…in t-the wash-r-room…”I raised my eyebrows at the little mouse. “Excuse me?”“I…I know it’s not my b-business…” she swallowed, as if she was finding it difficult to get words past her lips. “But…you s-shouldn’t d-do it…in the w-washroom.”Wasn’t this interesting? I knew I made women nervous, but this little mousy almost looked scared. Exactly how much of a virgin was she?“Do ‘it’?” I couldn’t help the tug on my lips. “Do what exactly?”“Y-you k-know…”Another gulp, another stutter.“No, I don’t.” I smirked at her nervousness. “Unless you tell me what it was that I’m not supposed to be doing in the washroom, how
Chapter 8: Not a Nice GuyFaith’s P.O.V“Faith? Are you there?”Debby’s voice came from right outside the door, effectively breaking the moment as Brandon quickly stepped away from me, putting the necklace back into his pocket hastily, before he sauntered out of the classroom.For a few seconds, my mind had gone completely blank, and it stayed that way until I felt a tap on my shoulder. Startled, I looked up to find Debby looking at me with concern in her eyes.“What’s wrong?” Debby placed her hands on my shoulders. “Did Brandon scare you? I’m sorry, if he did. I-”“No.” I shook my head immediately; not wanting her to get the wrong idea. “Brandon didn’t scare me…he…he was just teasing me.”He made fun of me…teased me and made me nervous enough that I could’ve fainted, but…he didn
Chapter 9: SignificanceFaith’s P.O.VThis wasn’t the first time I found myself standing in front of the same metal doors against the back drop of the same white walls.I knew what was to come next. I knew why I was seeing this dream…but despite being aware that this was all a dream…I could help but take an involuntary step forward and place my hand on the cold metal knob.The cold coming off of the room chilled me to my bone and for a second, I froze on the spot. An eerie feeling began to take over me as I closed my eyes shut and took a deep breath to calm my nerves before I turned the knob…and entered.A single light hanging from the ceiling was the only source of illumination inside the room and it was placed right on top of the two beds placed inside the otherwise dark room.I didn’t need to do this…I didn’t need to do this…I remembered e
Chapter 101: Happy Ever AfterFaith’s P.O.V7 Years Later…“And the award for the best male in a leading role goes to…”I waited as the camera flashed to all the actors in the lineup that were nominated in the award ceremony, my anticipation at a fever pitch as I was literally at the edge of my seat, waiting for the results.But just as the host was about to announce the name of the actor…the TV screen went blank.“What the…?”I turned around to search for the remote, but even when I tried to turn it on, it didn’t work.It was only when someone cleared their throat, quite loudly, in the room, that my attention finally snapped towards the door and I found Aunt Kathy standing there with the cable in her hands and her other hand on her hip as she gave me a narrow eyes glare.“Faith…” Her voice was dead serious as she fixed me with her ‘look’.“Yes?” I grinned sheepishly.“What day is it today?” She tapped her heeled foot on the tiled floor, her light pink gown reaching her knees, the ski
Chapter 100: To the FutureFaith’s P.O.VInstead of answering me right away, he took the pendant from the trey and went behind me to place it around my neck, securing the clasp behind my back. The cool metal fell around my neck easily, and a sense of nostalgia overwhelmed me as I remembered my mother wearing it all the time.But I wasn’t allowed to dwell on the nostalgia for long since I felt his warm breath fanning my skin before I felt him lean down and place a tender kiss on my shoulder.“I didn’t want to give back the pendant…because when you weren’t with me, when we weren’t together, this was the only thing that connected me to you.” He whispered against my ear, his arms coming around me to wrap around my middle. “I threw it away once…when I thought you were too good to be with me, that I didn’t want to taint you with my darkness…and it was right here, at this very beach. But the waves gave it back to me; almost like it was fate…they didn’t want me to lose the only good thing in
Chapter 99: The PendantFaith’s P.O.VI felt my breath leave my lungs temporarily as I descended down the stairs and there he was…dressed in a black shirt with its sleeves rolled up to his elbow and black dress pants that fit him like a glove.In his hands was a humongous bouquet of red roses that looked bright and luscious, their fragrance filling the air with sweetness that felt almost like a scene out of a movie.I watched his eyes widen slightly as they landed on me, his lips parting in a small gasp, and his eyes, when they met mine, held promises that made my insides quiver with excitement and my heart almost skip a beat.In all honesty…we hadn't been intimate for a long time now, considering how we had both been through so much…but now, looking at him today, I found myself anticipating the end of the night more than the date itself.Maybe we can just forget about the date and just head to his apartment already?Brandon’s lips tilted up in a small smile and it felt like he knew e
Chapter 98: The First DateFaith’s P.O.V“Finally! Exams are over!” Nik threw her hands up in the air as she did a little ‘happy dance’ before turning to Debby and me. “Let’s go out this evening!”“Go out? Where?” I asked, raising my eyebrows skeptically.Usually, Nik’s idea of going out wasn’t the best of plans. The last time we went out together, not only did she get the wrong address, but we were thrown out of the club since none of us had fake IDs and we weren’t allowed in unless we were twenty one.Now, I watched as Debby nodded enthusiastically to Nik’s proposal, ever the supportive girlfriend…even though I was starting to worry about what trouble they were going to get into this time.“Leave me out.” I sighed, walking down the stairs to join them at the courtyard. “I’ll be heading home first.”“Why? Do you have plans already?” Debby smirked with a knowing look in her eyes.“I do.” I nodded, laughing at her expression. “Brandon asked me out on a date.”“Oh! Really!” Nik looked a
Chapter 97: A New BeginningFaith’s P.O.V“Good morning!”Startled, I looked towards the door to see Ethan poking his head in with a wide grin on his face. “How have you been?”“Ethan!” I smiled at his presence, glad to see him. “It’s good to see you. I’m getting discharged today.”“Yup. Just heard the reception discussing that.” He came forwards to stand beside the bed, where I sat already dressed in casual clothing, ready for the nurses to take me out as soon as Brandon was done with the paperwork. “How are you? Bran told me everything…about what happened yesterday.”I nodded, sad that everything had to come to this. “I’m glad everything is over now.” I told him. “And I can start over from scratch. It’s all a new beginning for all of us.”Ethan gave me a look that said that even though it was a new beginning for some of us…there were still lingering feelings left.“At least I still get to be friends with you.” He finally said with a sigh. “But if Brandon treats you bad again…I will
Chapter 96: ForgivenessFaith’s P.O.VBrandon and I faced Julia alone, Scott deciding to wait outside for the time being.Even though I wanted Brandon beside me, I didn’t show it. Neither did I tell him. Instead, I watched him take a seat on one of the couches on the opposite side of the room, far from me and Julia.I knew he was giving us space, letting me and her settle our differences. It was what was most important. But at the same time, I couldn’t help but miss his presence, his support.No matter how brave of a front I put up…I was still worried about what had transpired between him and Julia at her house.“Thank you…” Julia told me now, her eyes appearing haunted as she looked up at me tiredly. “For not complaining against me…even after everything I did…”I saw tears well up in her eyes as she swallowed hard, her emotions clearly all over the place. “Why? Why did you help me? I’ve been the shittiest person to you…I’ve bullied you, spoke badly about you…tried to steal Brandon aw
Chapter 95: Don’t Want TroubleFaith’s P.O.VI didn’t particularly like this feeling of helplessness…not at all. And I wasn’t even worried about myself at the moment.The cops stayed in the room, keeping their watchful eyes on me as if I was going to get up and jump out the window to escape them. Well…unfortunately, this wasn’t some kind of survival episode and I was definitely not into Fast and Furious. Besides, I just had a surgery!How did they expect me to escape when I was barely able to move without support?I kept looking at the clock on the wall, waiting desperately for someone, anyone, to arrive! Debby waited patiently by my side, her hand in mine a kind of reassurance that everything was going to be alright and that help was on its way.However, even though the clock seemed to tick at a snail’s pace and a minute felt like an eternity, I didn’t actually have to wait long before people started pouring into my room.First came my aunt and George, their worried faces instantly l
Chapter 94: Calling a TruceBrandon’s P.O.VThe weight of every revelation that Scott had just reveled to me came crashing down on me.How had I not noticed any of this?Julia’s parent’s getting a divorce? Julia’s mother turning into an alcoholic? Scott taking up the void that I had left in her life?How had I been so ignorant all this time?What made it worse was the fact that I didn’t remember anything from that time. The whole year, from the time my mother died, to the time that woman, my father’s secretary seduced me into sleeping with her…to the point where I was driven by my irrational hate and anger towards the rest of the world…all of it was one big blacked out blur and I could hardly remember any of it.I tried to remember the times when I had ignored Julia. When I had ignored Scott and Cole and Sagar…But all of it was a blur. N
Chapter 93: Unexpected Confrontations Brandon’s P.O.V The plain white walls of the six storied apartment building brought on a bittersweet avalanche of memories as I got out of the elevator on the second floor and walked down the almost familiar hallways before coming to a stop in front of the same door where I had stood in front of countless times before. Memories from the past came rushing back in waves, making me recall all the times I had stood in front of this very door, sometimes with an expensive bouquet of roses in my hand and sometimes with takeout from a fine dining restaurant. How many times had we slammed these very doors? Sometimes in passion, sometimes in anger and sometimes in dejection? Time was indeed a funny thing, wasn’t it? Because once, when these same emotions had threatened to engulf me in agony…now they were like fleeting images at the back of my mind, hardly evoking even a quarter of the same emotions that I had once felt for the woman who lived behind the