Forgotten Conscience (girlxgirl) (Book 1)

Revenge for Betrayal

Faith's POV

Oh fuck.

I drop like a rock to the floor just as I hear a gun shot. I roll on the floor till I hit the bed and curl up to hug my knees.

Please don't, someone help me please.

"Wait! Wesley don't, you don't know the whole story."

Who's that? It sounds like a woman. Maybe it's her, maybe I didn't kill her and she's trying to stop her insane boyfriend from hurting me. Maybe she's gonna tell the whole story and then they'll try and kill me together. You know, a real bonding experience.

"I-I'm really, I'm really, really sorry if I did something to you, I..."

I stick my head up from the top of the bed. He's standing at the other end pointing a shotgun at me.

"You're sorry? You know exactly what you did and you think... you think sorry is gonna..."

He cocks his shotgun.

Oh shit...

I duck back behind the bed.

"You actually think an apology is gonna make everything okay, after what you've done?"

"Wesley calm down!"

I must've done something really horrible... what the hell are you thinking? People don't just point shotguns at their friends. Of course you did something you idiot.

"Wesley stop, and listen... to us for a... second."

Who's that? It sounds like that guy who helped me. Was this part of his brilliant plan too? I'm not gonna live to find out what I did if this keeps up.

"Wesley, stop! She can't remember a thing. She has amnesia."

"So that makes it okay? We just forgive and forget and twiddle our thumbs?"

I look up over the bed and he's lowered his shotgun.

I hope this is a good thing.

"No we don't, but what's the point of killing her if she doesn't know why you want her dead?"

"I-She's evil, when did you forget that Cordy?"

"I didn't forget Wes. I just think that we should hold off killing her until we know for sure if she's forget me everything or not."

They don't believe me? Why don't they believe me? What if they decide I'm faking before I can get my memory back and kill me? I better do something.

I crawl over to the feet of this guy holding a shotgun.

"Please don't kill me! I-I'm sorry, I don't I... I'm... I don't even know why I'm sorry but I am. Just, please don't, please don't kill me."

I brace myself for whatever fate awaits me. That guy who helped me speaks up.

"Does this sound like the Faith we used... to know?"

Who's this Faith he keeps talking about?

I feel this sharp pain in the back of my head and suddenly everything goes black. I'm standing across from that guy who helped me.

This is different than the other one. I have that same familiar feeling about where ever the fuck we are but it's a different kind of familiar about what we're doing here.