Chapter 7 In Defense

I sat up on the bed the next morning and discovered Scott was no where in sight. I didn't try to figure out where he must have gone to because he's obviously a busy man who has a lot on his plate.

Then I got down from the bed and almost immediately, Scott came in smiling at me sheepishly. I made to approach him but then a blasting headache stuck me, making me wince in pain as I staggered, and instantly Scott rushed to grab me. I felt blurred and weak.

Scott looked perplexed. "Faye, are you okay?"

I noticed the worry in his voice but I didn't seem to care about that because I didn't feel the slightest of inclination to. I tightly pressed my eyes close because of the pain in my head. It was so excruciating that I clutched his arms tight as if to transfer some of it, anything that'll cause me relief. I let out a loud groan and afterwhich, I opened my eyes to see the cute asshole.

"It's just a freaking headache you dummy!" A smirk played at my lips. "And how many godforsaken time will I tell you that I'm Faya not Faye!" I pushed him from off of me. He's a stupid one.

"What?" And then as if something dawned on him, he robbed his face in obvious frustration.

"Why.. you didn't think I'd be back?" I laughed at his stupidity.

"F-Faya?" His brows knotted in bewilderment.

"That's correct." I airily responded as I caught sight of the engagement ring on my left hand, a good sight, a good thing, at least she'd be with an asshole better off than that clumsy twerp called Abel. It made me tear up for Faye. I'm happy for her believe it or not; even though I'm only a crazed fraction of her who she'd subconsciously called into existence. I hate her for being so soft and so sweet and so adorable, something a certain freaking Abel couldn't see and appreciate.

I'm happy for Faye, even though I'll continue and forever remain her shadow, I kinda want the best for her. She'd suffered for most part of her life and it's good everything seem to be falling back in good shape.

"You're.." he trailed off as I nodded and rested my gaze on him.

"I'm Faye's other side. I'm a person she'd created from a mere desire for defense. Hell! I hate how she'd lived her life and how she'd responded to her pain.. definitely not an excellent sight to see, trust me, cause I was there that night," I bit my lower lip at the memory, it's definitely one that caused me to be torn between saving Faye and saving myself.

"That night?" He appeared like he's starting to get the hang of things.

"The night she was raped.. it was a devastating experience for her and also for me." I whispered the last part.

"You were meant to defend her, am I right?" I nodded at his enquiry. "Why didn't you?"

I blinked back the stupid tear that crept up my eyes. I had never cried, not for once. "Damn! I hate feeling mushy." So in other to alleviate some of the mushiness, I approached the closet as I decided to select and change into a sexy clothing, even the thought of appearing in such, thrilled me. I was always careful in picking my outfit because as a fraction, I certainly function properly along with it and that was when I finally accepted that I'm only a fraction, not the bearer. Faye's the bearer, she'd created me, she'd needed me, she'd craved support and defense and company and lots of other inane things that makes me wanna thrash the closet.

The bottom line is, she shouldn't have. She was complete and perfect on her own but she couldn't see that because she depended and relied on Abel for her true definition. Well, that's what you always get when you let others define you; you end up vibing on full fledged negativity and you live in contrast to the way you're supposed to. Long description short, Faye was thrashed by that godforsaken Abel in body, mind and soul to the point she's unredeemable and the soft bitch is still rooted in him after all he did to her, she's still neck-deep in love with him. She's just a beautiful walking disaster. If she could genuinely love again, for me, Scott was the real deal but the feelings she harbors towards him springs from the depth of vulnerability and I don't see how just that, could make her heal and completely inclined. If I'll have my way...

"Answer me Faya! Why didn't you?" He spoke as I observed the handful of emotion in his words. Mehn.. this guy's hooked.

"She didn't let me." I said simply as I picked out the perfect clothing and then I turned to face him. "It was as though at that moment, she wanted herself to feel everything alone and suffer alone, she was unaccessible but I didn't give up because her cries and screams were daunting..." I trailed off as I saw him ball his fist in anger.

Then I walked up in close range to him. "When I could finally get through to her, it was too late. She'd ran out with her torn clothing and I was furious, wanted to go back in and fuck him up.. hell! I could've killed him but Faye, like always wanted to disappear and that was one of the many times I cursed the fact that she was the bearer.. she did more of the controlling and I despised her for it." I slightly shook my head at the thought as I felt the same share of anger possess me.

"But I couldn't let her drive herself, so I manifested and took the wheels that night..." I had felt the prevalent mix of pity and wrath in my gut and one that made me gulp a few drinks.. I shouldn't have but I did. "I drunk and drove.. on a lone highway and then this stupid truck from god knows where came at us with keen laxity like it was meant to take us off the road. For the first time in a while, Faye and I struggled for dominance and like every other result for struggle, we both hit rock bottom. The accident from few weeks ago..." I pronounced and then left his face.

"Few weeks ago? That was when it all happened? She made it as though it's been a few years or something," he spoke with devastation.

I nodded knowingly. "She's deluded. She's a complicated one.. and so am I." I added as I forced a smile, liking the feel of being mysterious.

"She doesn't know you exist..." He slowly paced round the room. After all the discoveries, I know he's trying to sound calm and collected but I know better.

"Damn right she doesn't and I don't intend that she does.." I focused on him. "You're the only one fortunate enough to meet and know me and considering the fact that you're not screaming at the top of your lungs in fright," I said nonchalantly. "I dare to conclude you're not as stupid."

"You're obviously a handful." I heard him say as he settled on the bed and held his head with his hands.

Faye could have a huge possibility of healing at Scott's side. I observed him. She'll be safe with him and that's the most important thing that I want for her, to be safe and protected and genuinely loved too.

Despite being the other half, the other side, I know that Faye's slow and gradual healing automatically means that slowly and gradually, I'd be a no show, I'd disappear from her life for good; before that happens, I'd make sure everything falls into place.

"SV.. you have to promise me one thing," I said maintaining my stance farther away from him. He brought up his head to look at me. "That you'll protect her.. and love her." His eyes shown with intense submission. "Otherwise, I'd make sure to hunt your ass down and of course, you don't need me to mention that I'll fucking kill you and toss your sexy god-like body to those venomous birds to gawk and feed on." I stated thickly.

He almost laughed at my joke except I didn't mean it to be a joke, which reminds me of my undieing urge to kill Abel if I ever get to meet him. He'll be damned.

"I promise." He gave me his word and almost immediately, we heard an urgent knock on the door and then Scott called out in response to it.

"The fundraising sir!" The voice came from the other side of the door. "You're urgently needed."

Scott looked at me knowingly and dismissed the informant. "Do you mind attending the fundraising with me?"

I lavished a sly smile at the request and the feeling of contentment didn't elude me. The first ever formal event I'd be attending as Faya not Faye. I almost hit the roof in ultimate excitement except the clothing I had picked didn't appear formal but slutty. I didn't care, I'm Faya. It's my reign now, my freedom and definitely my shots to call.

"With due diligence.." I giggled out loud as I darted off to change not before catching a soft chuckle that escaped from him.

After a while, I appeared in the slutty outfit that stuck to my body like a second skin, though I wasn't that contented because it didn't appear as slutty as I wanted it to be, but I'm good to go.

Scott looked ravishing in his black tux, he was already prepared, obviously waiting for me. I drew near to him as his eyes scanned me, he looked proud to see my appearance and I was even more proud to see his reaction.

"You're so beautiful.." he trailed off and made to hold me as I made him halt on his movements by raising my hand up to his chest.

"Hol'up lover boy.." I mused and then it was easy to conveniently lean in and whisper to his ears with those heels that made me six feets high. "I need not remind you I'm Faya and could cut off your balls if you tried anything." A wicked smirk played at my lips and he mirrored it.

"Thanks for the graceful reminder, your highness." He courtesyed as we both laughed. In response, I patted his shoulder playfully and then we headed out together.