Sorry that this is so short, but you need to know this. Report this story and author. She stole Whitney Black from me and you need to help me. She claims that a) CBS owns her and b) she asked me. www. fanfiction s /9375672 /1 /SHE -S-HOTTER- THEN- THE- SUN Remove the spaces. :( Help please

Faith Black was broken. Shattered. Beaten. The last one was the one that she wasn't kidding about. She could feel blood dripping over her lips from her nose and her right eye was throbbing. Breathing was hurting her lungs from the multiple punches to her stomach and her shin has three hairline fractures to it. Amd she's pretty sure that her ankle is broken. Like intense broken. Blood was sticky around her toes and the most pain that she had ever felt was running through her ankle.

Lance Sweets. He was currently the only person that could help her.

Her head was pounding as she stumbled towards the grey building. Eve lives somewhere like this. Shaking her curls, Faith's ragged breath tripped on her throat when she whispered, "Lance?"

A bloody palm pushed open the spinning door and light tinges of black started to edge her vision. Licking her bloodied lips, Faith looked around. Two people where in the lobby, un-aware of the broken girl hunched at the door.

Faith knew this had been a bad idea. She'd been asked out by one of her old boyfriends. Ryan James. Turn's out he'd been one of her dad's 'friends'. Him and the rest of his gang had taken her into a back alley way, stolen her wallet; brand new iPhone; Jeffersonian ID; beaten her and left her for dead. Both of her arms had been cut open and ankle smashed. They'd wanted to leave her like that but Ryan came back for her.

He'd kicked her shins, and mutilated her face. With his fists and a knife. He'd cut open her cheek. Even though she couldn't see it, she imagined that she looked something like Pelant did. She felt wrecked. "Help..."

The two men (judging by what Lance said, they were both probably psychologists), turned around and ran towards her. Faith's eyelashes fluttered and she whispered, "Lance Sweets."

"Do you know her?"

"Her name's Faith. Faith Black. She works with me."

.

"She needs to go to a hospital. Look at her ankle."

"Yes, but we can't. They'll send her to a mental ward. They'll think that it's self inflicted."

.

"She'd be pretty if it weren't for the fact that she was beaten up."

"She's beautiful anyways."

.

"Faith Black."

"Faith!" Her eyes snapped open. Her lungs felt like they where on fire and she felt like someone had ran over her with a steam roller. "Faith, God... You're awake! What happened?"

"Have some faith in me, Lancey-Boo." She laugh/coughed before she realized her pun, "No pun intended."

"Who did this to you?"

"Remember when I was in rehab?"

"Yes."

"My ex-boyfriend Ryan James. He's my dad's friend." Her eyelids fluttered back and her head started spinning, "Lance? Help me..."

I'll post more soon but I needed this part up now with the message. Help me :`(