Chapter 1
Summer 2010.
New York.
Faith exited the taxi and sighed in relief, she thought she'd never get out. She took her blackberry from her purse and called the first person she'd call in glorious times. As soon as the line picked up Faith grew excited, she had arrived in her dad's fabulous apartment in New York.
"Hello?" the voice from the other line said. "Faith?"
"Holly, it's me," Faith greeted. Biting her lip. "I've arrived," she announced, in a giddy tone. "Oh god, it's even bigger than I thought." She continued, gawking at the building in front of her.
"Oh my god!" Holly exclaimed. Faith could hear that her dear friend was equally as excited as she was. "Tell me more, please," she implored. "Are there any cute guys?"
Faith laughed at her dear friend. "Well, I haven't met anybody," she started. "But I hope I do, I promise you," she cleared her throat. "This is going to be my year."
Faith could hear Molly squeal on the other line. "I'm so happy for you, call me later though, my parents are going ballistic."
"Okay, I love you, bye."
Faith ran inside the wide, golden doors into the fancy apartment. She'd never get to experience such luxury with her mother; her mother was a boring, economic wise person. Whereas her dad was a fun loving, free spirited, wealthy man. Ever since the two got divorced Faith have always had two homes.
Faith rushed into the elevator and pressed on the button number 5. Her dad's lucky number was five. He was always rambling about how it had brought him good thing in life. When Faith heard those tales, she'd scoff and say, 'Dad, you're over exaggerating.'
As soon as she arrived on his doorstep she rang a couple of times. Her heart was beating faster, and the palm of her hands was sweating. Her dad had only moved to New York, before he lived in Chicago.
"Faith!" he exclaimed, examining her. She wasn't how he remembered her. The last time they saw each other was last year when Faith still had her baby fat and wore baggy clothes.
"Dad!" she exclaimed, pulling him into a tight hug. "Oh, I miss you dad!"
"I've missed you too, chubby girl," he said. "Now, let's get you in, it's weird if other people see us hugging in the hallway."
They broke up the tight hug and walked inside. Her jaw dropped, she was amazed by her dad's new apartment. When her dad told her he moved to New York she was shocked, he had never made plans to go there before.
Half of the living room walls were made out of window glass. Faith jumped into the soft crème couch, with pillows around her. She smiled in happiness and placed her feet on the glass table in front of her. She's never acted unladylike. She finally stood up and walked along the wooden floors.
"So, how do you feel high school grad?" Jeff, her father asked. "Do you still have difficulties in math?" math was Faith's weakest point, she failed to memorize the multiplication table when she was seven, and afterwards she knew it wasn't her forte. Though it has never been, Faith worked every way so each semester she got A's in math.
"I'm already used to it," she responded nonchalantly, running her hands through her hair. She knew her dad was trying to make small talks, but small talks were never his thing.
"Dad, is there something you want to tell me?"
Jeff looked at her and smiled. "Yes," he said softly, walking closer to Faith. He ran his hand through a strand of her hair and sighed. "Oh, god, Faith, I haven't been honest with you."
