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NINETEEN
TAPE F.
"I BECAME A GHOST TO YOU BEFORE I WAS EVEN REALLY GONE."
The text from Faith had led Zach to her house that same night she'd gotten back from Bryce's. She was sitting next to him in complete quiet for what felt like forever, his eyes never leaving her.
"Did Clay tell you?" He broke the silence by asking, her gaze leaving the floor to finally meet his.
She nodded, her eyes already beginning to well up with tears again. "I thought Bryce was a good person, I've defended him for so long but I didn't know who he really was."
Zach had reached up to wipe one of the fallen tears from her cheek, his hand cupping her face.
"He's still our friend"
Faith shook her head, "He's a rapist." She scoffed, "He's dead to me."
. . . . . .
November 10, 2017
Faith spent her morning reading over the paper left on her makeup vanity, she'd reread her name and the subpoena over-and-over until she'd finally placed it down to finish getting ready.
She looked up in the large mirror in front of her, her doe eyes looking back at her. She was wearing little-to-no makeup and and had her hair up out of her face, baby hairs falling loose.
She'd looked at the time on her small digital clock and stood with a sigh. Grabbing everything she needed, she'd made her way downstairs to her family.
Faith was greeted with reassuring smiles, her parents standing from the table.
"You ready to go?" Her father asked,
"As ready as I'll ever be." She simply answered, forcing a small smile of her own
"You just tell them everything you know, and everything's gonna be fine. You know that" The older woman promised, tucking one of the girls hairs behind her ear.
The younger girl just agreed, and had led the way out of the house.
. . . . . .
Faith was sat in a board-meeting room, surrounded by a crowd of people and positioned in front of a small video camera.
