Faith
Faith closed her eyes, remembering things she'd rather not.
The cops backed off and one of them signalled for them to leave, and Faith was dropped. Through her tears, she watched as Zac fell to the ground, and red hot anger surged coursed through her body. She stood up, forgetting about bruises and broken ribs and grabbed the cop who had been holding the gun and snapped his neck. The others ran and she fell to the ground, lifting Zac's head into her lap.
"No, Zac!" she screamed.
"Faith..." he gapsed, his voice fading with every word. "I... I... love... you..."
He closed his eyes.
"Oh God, he took... he saved me," Faith whispered.
She needed him. It didn't matter what else had happened between them, this separation was killing her. She had to see him soon.
She'd go tomorrow.