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EIGHTEEN
BRYCE'S TAPE
[ 1x12 ]
"I THOUGHT YOU WERE BETTER THAN THIS."
[ THIS CHAPTER INCLUDES DIALOGUE OF RAPE. PLEASE BE AWARE BEFORE READING AHEAD. ]
IT was an early morning when a knock sounded on the Caylor family door, a police officer standing in the doorway with an orange envelope in his hand prepared to hand it to the man standing in the foyer.
Faith had tried to listen from the kitchen as she ate her breakfast, her ears focused on the talking coming from the other side of the walls.
The door had finally shut and footsteps had made their way towards her, the same envelope being dropped on the counter.
Faith had shut her eyes and let out a breath, before her father started talking.
"That was for you." he'd stated, making her look up from her plate. "You have to testify for Hannah's case."
"What?"
"Hannah's parents, they requested that a list of kids show up to that hearing, the envelope is a subpoena they had sent." he explained, making her just nod quietly. "You'll be fine sweetheart, just tell them what you know and what you don't." he'd finished, kissing her head and taking his cup of coffee off the counter to return to his room.
Faith sat their for a moment, before looking over at the large envelope sat on her counter. She shook her head before picking up her plate and placing the dirty dishes into the sink and going back into her bedroom to retrieve her items for school before having to leave.
. . . . .
The halls of Liberty High were flooded with students who were on their way to their next classes of the day.
Faith had been on her way to Psychology when she'd heard familiar voices call after her, keeping her head down she continued her way down the hall towards the double doors.
"We think we know who might've given a list of our names to Mr Porter." Courtney tried, making the brunette stop in her tracks.
"And what makes you think that it wasn't just a list sent out with our names coincidentally?" Faith asked, looking at the short haired girl with a raised eyebrow.
"And what makes you think that Clay wouldn't have handed in the tapes?" The brunette rolled her eyes before trying to walk away, Marcus' hand gripping her arm to keep her in place.
