𝐈𝐌 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇, faith haven & matt sturniolo have always been best friends until one day faith started to hate matt's guts and he didn't know why until he realized he knew why and if he hadn't been so oblivious then maybe she would still like him...
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. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . 🥂 ݁ chapter 8 ── .✦ ( real life , snapchat)
𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄
❝ i watch the fathers with their little girls and wonder what i did to deserve this how could you hurt a little kid i cant forget, i cant forgive you ❞
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❝ all of my pain and all you're excuses i was a kid but i wasnt clueless (someone who loves you wouldn't do this) ❞
𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐒𝐀𝐓 𝐎𝐍, the worn-out couch, her knees drawn to her chest as the flickering light of the television played across her face. the movie was one she had seen countless times before, a familiar distraction from the chaos that threatened to engulf her every evening. it was 8:00 pm, and she could hear the distant hum of the washing machine in the basement, a small comfort in the otherwise silent house.
her three-year-old sister, sadie, was finally asleep upstairs, her soft snores a gentle reminder of innocence amid the turmoil. faith glanced at the doorway, half-expecting her father to stagger through it, reeking of alcohol and anger. the anxiety gnawed at her, tightening her chest until it was hard to breathe. she reached for the remote, her hand trembling, and turned up the volume, trying to drown out the rising panic within her.
her mother wouldn't be home for hours, working another late shift at the hospital. faith admired her mother and how hard she worked but resented the absence it created. she felt alone, burdened by responsibilities that seemed too heavy for her 17-year-old shoulders. taking care of sadie, managing the household, and dealing with her father's unpredictable moods—it all felt like too much on the poor girl.
the sound of a door slamming echoed through the house, and faith's heart leaped into her throat. she instinctively curled tighter, eyes fixed on the tv screen though she could no longer focus on the movie. the familiar shuffle of her father's unsteady footsteps grew louder, and she braced herself for the confrontation she dreaded every night.
"faith!" his voice was slurred, filled with a mix of confusion and anger. "where's your mother?"
"she's at work, dad," faith replied softly, trying to keep her voice steady. she knew any hint of fear or frustration could set him off.
he stumbled into the living room, his eyes bloodshot and unfocused. "always at work," he muttered, collapsing into the armchair opposite her. "never here. just like you."
the accusation stung, even though she knew it was the alcohol talking. faith took a deep breath, willing herself to stay calm. "i'm here, dad. i'm always here."
