Crimson Regret

[ -- Chapter 3 --]

The buzzer ran to open the cell doors for shower and I practically flew out of bed, startled by it. "Fuck!" Usually I'm up before the buzzer. I run to the showers and grab a towel after I undress.

I hate showering because I always get stared at like I'm a piece of meat. I know I'm hot, but I'm not everyone's piece of candy. I grab a bar of soap and start washing myself and some woman walks past me, slapping my ass on her way. I close my eyes and try to ignore it and I'm guessing that was a bad move.

Apparently that put a sign on my back that said "look at me I'm easy" cause about ten other girls came up to me. "Hey Faith," one said.

I turn around slowly and look at them, "Don’t do this today, I'm really am not in the mood to kick your ass."

A brunette spoke, "Well we heard your getting released today and that wont happen if you hurt people, now will it? So your our little toy now, unless you want to spend -more- time in jail?"

*Fuck, fuck, fuck she's right. Shit I don’t want to get gang raped again, especially after I decided I could kick their ass. But Buffy needs my help, I gotta get the fuck outta here today. God I hate my life.* "Fine, what do you want?"

"I want you to shut up and not scream," she said, right before she punched me in the face. Six more women came after me and started beating on me until I was lying bleeding on the floor. Two of them started scratching and biting at my breasts while threw of them fought over who got to shove their nasty fingers up me. Two of them decided to do it together, shoving three of their fingers up me at the same time. I cried out because I might be loose with everyone I've fucked but I'm not -that- loose to have six of them up me.

"I told you not to scream!" the brunette yelled and started punching me in the face again. I could barely see because blood was running down into my eyes when two guards came in.

"Hey!" They yelled and took out their batons and started beating on the other women. After awhile they got them off me and brought them back to their cells while the doctor came and brought me into the infirmary, half conscious. I passed out once I got there.

I think it was a couple hours later when I woke up, and I wasn’t even in jail. I sat strait up, "What?!" Then I grabbed my head because I had a splitting headache.

"Lay down Faith," Angel said from the front seat of the car.

"How… how did I get here?"

"I came to pick you up and the doctor told me you had been badly beaten. So I told them I'd take you home," Angel said as he pulled into his hotel.

"Fuck, I feel like shit," I groan and step out of the car.

Angel got out and helped me up and I almost fall. "Easy Faith, we'll go find you a room so you can rest, okay?"

I nod and follow him in and Cordelia takes over. "God Faith what happened to you?" I look at her funny. *Why in hell is she fussing over me?* She came over and took my coat and sat me down on the couch. I turn around to thank her and she jumped a little. *Oh, she's scared of me.*

"Cordy I'm not gonna hurt you," I say kind of tiredly.

She got up and backed away a little. "I know. I'm just… giving you space," she lied.

"Seriously, I'm not like that anymore."

She nodded and sat back down, but I could tell she was still on guard, "So what happened?"

"What? To me?" I shake my head, "Just some women who liked to take advantage of the fact I was getting out today."

"When you say 'take advantage' do you mean…" she widened her eyes, "God are you alright?"

I waved my hand to dismiss it, "Its no big, everything's cool." I pause, "Can I have something for my headache?"

She got up, "yeah, sure. I'll be right back." She turned and headed out of the room and I lay down on the couch. My head was killing me but at least the room wasn’t spinning anymore. I think they broke a couple ribs too but if I didn’t move maybe I can pretend this didn’t happen. *Yeah right.*

Cordelia came back with medicine and a glass of water and sat down on the chair next to the couch, "God I am so sorry this happened to you.

I take two pills and chase them down with water, "Really, its okay. I'm used to it."

"You're used to it?!" She yelled.

"Cordy, headache," I say, indicating my head.

"Oh, sorry." She lowered her tone, "Faith this is horrible. You should see someone or something."

"Cordelia chill, its not so bad. Look, its just that my stepfather used to do it, now the inmates did it and you know after awhile you just get kinda used to it." I take another sip of water, trying to play it off as no big deal.

"I am so sorry, I never knew, I never even thought…." She took one of my hands in here, "Faith this is a big deal, stuff like this is traumatic."

"Whatever, I'm over it. I don’t want some pity party, alright? Don’t tell anyone," I say.

"Don’t worry, I wont." Cordelia promised.

"Thanks. You know, for caring and junk." Thank yous sure weren't my thing.

She nodded, "Get some sleep now, okay? When you wake up we'll have dinner." She got a blanket and spread it over me. I smile and close my eyes and let sleep take over me.

************

I woke up with less of a headache. I sat up and tried not to cry out my ribs still hurt pretty bad. I brushed the hair out of my face and looked around, no one was in the room.

I got up off the couch, noticing how cold the floor was with my bare feet. *When were my shows taken off?* I look down at myself, *And when did my clothes turn into PJs?* I stifle a yawn as I walk out of the room.

I make my way into the kitchen and see Wesley jump at the sight of me. Not that I blame him, I did teach him how to torture people, using -him- as an example. "Wes I'm not going to hurt you."

He nodded but hurriedly left the kitchen. I flop down on a chair and lean my head in my hands.

"How are you feeling?" Angel asked.

"I'll be five by five soon enough, slayer healing and all that crap," I steal Cordy's cup of coffee and she glares at me. After I take a sip I give it back.

"And about Buffy…?" he asked, drawing out the question.

I wave my hand to dismiss it, "yeah, yeah, I'll see her soon enough. I have ground rules but I suppose I'll tell you them when I feel better."

"Alright, I'll give her a call."