Disclaimer. I invented them but joss stole them and now owns them. Sigh
Boston Memorial Hospital 22.5.1987
The small girl sat quietly on the old creaky hospital chair. Her small frame seemed to sink in to it; She was the calm before the storm with men huffing. Pacing and snapping their heads every time the large double doors swung open. Her father was one of them. He was obvious in his black singlet and blue work jeans. He raked his hands through his scruffy black hair, edged with gray from living with his wife. He had refused to go into the delivery room. Fear of her mother breaking his hands.
The pale green door swung open once more and revealed a plump nurse holding a jungle of blankets. She spoke with a mid-eastern accent.
"Mr. David ."
"That's me" interrupted her father and walked towards the nurse and gently took the precious bundle.
"Faith" called her father and the girl obediently trotted over to her father. He was talking to the bundle with affection and love. Faith was slightly jealous. She was daddy's little Angel.
"This is your little sister Faith, Hope Laura Katherine, what do you think" Faith tensely peered over the mass of pink towels and peered into two tiny ice blue eyes, just like her grandfathers. Her pink knitted bonnet was slouched, just like the marines where theirs. Her small fingers reached for Faiths and gripped on to faiths finger and her icy blue eyes never left Faith's brown eyes.
At that moment Faith vowed to protect her sister from everything as long as she lived. Her mother would not hurt her no matter how much she sinned. Her father took her sister and started to walk towards wooden door that held her mother. Her gentle father had lucked out with her mother, even at an n early age Faith new that. Her mother drank away most of the money but her father made up for the lacks of toys and presents. Faith pushed open the door to her destiny.
Slum in Boston, 5, 9,1993
Bottles of Jack Daniels lined each side of the cement path. The sun glinted of them as weeds of neglect threatened to strangle the glinting bottles. The screaming started again. It was a daily occurrence.
The snarling women advanced towards the 2 girls. Her hair a cheap peroxide blonde and her slim figure looked hideously out of place next to the cheap beer stained couches. She held a broken beer bottle in her hand. Faith stood in front of her little sister and pushed her behind the lounge. She hoped her mother didn't notice. At 6 Hope had seen too much.
" You little shit, sinning against God for your own pleasures, you don't even belong in this body you should of been a snake, a servant of satin" Her mother leapt for Faith and started pummeling faith with the beer bottle but soon swapped it for a whip. Blow after blow reigned down but faith didn't wince or dodge. She knew that what her mother had said was true.
The blows stopped coming and her mother lay sprawled on the floor with a dart sticking out her back. Hope had dad's tranquilizer gun in her hand. Dad used it for the greyhounds out the back if they needed to be taken to the vet.
Without a word they both dragged her into her bedroom and hauled her onto the bed. At 12 Faith was used to her mother behavior but Hope wasn't.
"Why do you let her do that to you, you don't do anything wrong" asked Hope her voice sounding much wiser than her 6 years.
"Because I deserve it now go to bed before Dad comes home" Faith replied wearily.
Same Place, 24, 1995
Faith woke up in a cold sweat, her nightmare were getting more and more detailed. Whatever this Kakistos was and why she was fighting him was weird. Faith and fought if she could win and theirs no way she would face him. Not even in a dream. Faith got up and walked to the Kitchen to find her mother still passed out lying in her own Filth, surrounded with containers of KFC and McDonalds. She had gained 100 pounds in 2 years.
Faith saw a note hurriedly scribbled on a notepad. She walked over and grabbed it.
Dear Faith. I'm in big trouble. I refused to fix a race for Big Tony and now he wants my head on a platter. I've gone into hiding with hope. I'm sorry to take her but your mother was going to kill her for standing up to her. Theirs a shotgun in the lose floorboard with some money and credit cards. Love you Hope and Daddy.
Faith felt her heart being ripped out with a blunt knife. They had betrayed her and they were the only two that Faith trusted. Faith vowed to never trust again.
Boston Memorial Hospital 22.5.1987
The small girl sat quietly on the old creaky hospital chair. Her small frame seemed to sink in to it; She was the calm before the storm with men huffing. Pacing and snapping their heads every time the large double doors swung open. Her father was one of them. He was obvious in his black singlet and blue work jeans. He raked his hands through his scruffy black hair, edged with gray from living with his wife. He had refused to go into the delivery room. Fear of her mother breaking his hands.
The pale green door swung open once more and revealed a plump nurse holding a jungle of blankets. She spoke with a mid-eastern accent.
"Mr. David ."
"That's me" interrupted her father and walked towards the nurse and gently took the precious bundle.
"Faith" called her father and the girl obediently trotted over to her father. He was talking to the bundle with affection and love. Faith was slightly jealous. She was daddy's little Angel.
"This is your little sister Faith, Hope Laura Katherine, what do you think" Faith tensely peered over the mass of pink towels and peered into two tiny ice blue eyes, just like her grandfathers. Her pink knitted bonnet was slouched, just like the marines where theirs. Her small fingers reached for Faiths and gripped on to faiths finger and her icy blue eyes never left Faith's brown eyes.
At that moment Faith vowed to protect her sister from everything as long as she lived. Her mother would not hurt her no matter how much she sinned. Her father took her sister and started to walk towards wooden door that held her mother. Her gentle father had lucked out with her mother, even at an n early age Faith new that. Her mother drank away most of the money but her father made up for the lacks of toys and presents. Faith pushed open the door to her destiny.
Slum in Boston, 5, 9,1993
Bottles of Jack Daniels lined each side of the cement path. The sun glinted of them as weeds of neglect threatened to strangle the glinting bottles. The screaming started again. It was a daily occurrence.
The snarling women advanced towards the 2 girls. Her hair a cheap peroxide blonde and her slim figure looked hideously out of place next to the cheap beer stained couches. She held a broken beer bottle in her hand. Faith stood in front of her little sister and pushed her behind the lounge. She hoped her mother didn't notice. At 6 Hope had seen too much.
" You little shit, sinning against God for your own pleasures, you don't even belong in this body you should of been a snake, a servant of satin" Her mother leapt for Faith and started pummeling faith with the beer bottle but soon swapped it for a whip. Blow after blow reigned down but faith didn't wince or dodge. She knew that what her mother had said was true.
The blows stopped coming and her mother lay sprawled on the floor with a dart sticking out her back. Hope had dad's tranquilizer gun in her hand. Dad used it for the greyhounds out the back if they needed to be taken to the vet.
Without a word they both dragged her into her bedroom and hauled her onto the bed. At 12 Faith was used to her mother behavior but Hope wasn't.
"Why do you let her do that to you, you don't do anything wrong" asked Hope her voice sounding much wiser than her 6 years.
"Because I deserve it now go to bed before Dad comes home" Faith replied wearily.
Same Place, 24, 1995
Faith woke up in a cold sweat, her nightmare were getting more and more detailed. Whatever this Kakistos was and why she was fighting him was weird. Faith and fought if she could win and theirs no way she would face him. Not even in a dream. Faith got up and walked to the Kitchen to find her mother still passed out lying in her own Filth, surrounded with containers of KFC and McDonalds. She had gained 100 pounds in 2 years.
Faith saw a note hurriedly scribbled on a notepad. She walked over and grabbed it.
Dear Faith. I'm in big trouble. I refused to fix a race for Big Tony and now he wants my head on a platter. I've gone into hiding with hope. I'm sorry to take her but your mother was going to kill her for standing up to her. Theirs a shotgun in the lose floorboard with some money and credit cards. Love you Hope and Daddy.
Faith felt her heart being ripped out with a blunt knife. They had betrayed her and they were the only two that Faith trusted. Faith vowed to never trust again.