The Hunted

Chapter 2

Later on in the day Faith stood outside her door, stretching in her running outfit. She had just finished her first day teaching with her father, and just as she expected it was a complete disaster. Most of her father's students were either very young, and easily detracted, or older individuals that didn't take her seriously. She hated every minute of it, and made her father well aware of that in the kitchen after class.

"It's not your age honey." He had said as he filled a glass of water from the sink. She shifted in her seat, and rolled her eyes in annoyance. He smiled down at her. "Really Faith, If you would just take the lead every once in awile they'd listen, be intimidating!" He said in reassurance. She failed at holding back a snort. "Me?" She said, pointing at herself. "intimidating?" She looked as if she were going to list all of the reasons that that wasn't possible, but decided not to. Her father looked at her, the sense of humor leaving the room. "Your mother was one hell of a intimidating woman." He said, and Faith smiled.

She had vague memories of her
mother, in a baggy sports outfit teaching her woman's self defense class to woman of all ages, shapes, and sizes. Sometimes she'd ask Faiths father to come to class and demonstrate. He'd grabbed her from behind, and she would explain the best ways of getting out of certain situations, and most commonly used locks. Then at the end she would toss him over her sholders with ease, as her class cherred her on. "The things I do for love"  Faith remembered her father joking  to the class while breathless on the floor.

"She wasn't necessary tall, or built, but she just had this way to her, you know?" He said swirling his half empty glass of water around. Faith's posture fell at his use of her mother's name in a past tense. It had been over ten years, and both of them knew that she would never just leave them, no, it was obvious that something horrible had happened, but Faith has always managed to hold onto hope, however little there was that her mother would one day come back home. "I'm not Mom." She spoke sadly. "I don't even look like her." She said with her hands together in her lap. Faiths father felt terrible for bringing up her mother in the first place, but secretly he was relieved that his daughter took after him. The mere  thought of having to look at a spitting image of his wife everyday would surly have driven him insane with grief.
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From the porch Faith took her final stretches then began to run. With each step she began to breath harder and harder. She wondered why she even bothered. She was definitely not a healthy person anyway. She loved fast foods and sweets, and couldn't remember the last time she saw, let alone ate a salad.

Faiths mind wondered to the man she had encountered earlier. How he rudly bumped into her, then creepily stared at her. "Pervert!" She thought. 

She had almost forgotten what he looked like, but one thing about him did stand out to her, His eyes. They were almost Mystikal? but not something you'd seen in a Fairytale, no they were dark, evil? She shook that thought away. 'They were definitely contacts, moron'.

She kept running, but eventually started to become tired, She took a seat on the city bench that she had rested on many times. She noticed by the looming sun that it was almost sundown. Soon it would be a new day, a new year even, but she didn't care. Nothing changed for her much. she graduated high this year, but had no plans on college. How could she? Even though her dad told her countless times that he'd be ok with her leaving, she honestly couldn't bare to leave him by himself for four years, and to do what? She had nothing figured out, not to mention what she wanted to do for the rest of her life. Right now helping her dad, and his students was her priority, he needed her.

She looked across the steeet at Mr, Coles baker shop. Mr cole and her father were good friends. They both liked to golf, and went out every Wednesday to do so.  It was Such a boring sport in her opinion but it made her dad happy, so sometimes she'd tag along.