Chapter 13

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I ran over to the phone booth and dialled in Faiths number. It took a few calls before she finally answered.
"Hello?" She said
"Faith it's me um so long story short, I went to Starbucks and saw Alex cheating on me and uh I got ran over and I escaped from the um hospital and yeah help please" I sobbed
"Woah woah woah, are you alright!?" She yelled
"Yes um maybe no not really, just can you come pick me up please"
"Yeah where are you?" She questioned.
I told her my location and she hung up.

I saw a matte black car pull up beside the phone booth and I instantly knew it was her. Oh, and if you're wondering how she has such a nice car, when she was younger, (and still happens a bit now) she got abused. Verbally and physically. I remember she used to always come to school with bruises and scratches, she used to make up excuses saying that she tripped over or that she fell off her motorbike. I was too young to think any different than what she had told me, but a few years ago was when I first realised what was actually going on, I talked to her about it and she told me everything. Her parents threatened her, saying that if she told anyone they would do horrible things which she never spoke of. And yes, her parents did find out that I told her and yes horrible things did happen to her which she still, has never told me. Anyways, so yeah she figured that if she told a few other people, only the same things would happen again which obviously she must not be afraid of anything anymore. So she talked to some child abuse people, and they told other people and blah blah blah now faith lives with her older Harry and she gets the same sort of money as me, to help pay for things, but she doesn't really eat so she just uses the money for clothes and, her car.

Faith jumped out of the car and sprinted over to me. She gave me a huge tight hug and asked if I was alright. I nodded and we walked over to the car. I talked to her about everything that happened on the car ride home and of course I started pouring down with tears, I'm just not strong enough.

She dropped me home but she offered to stay for a week or so, even when I said that I'm fine, she made me let her stay. I guess she was just making sure I didn't do anything stupid, like.. Yeah.

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