Chapter 1

It had been a long and painful day. Just remembering it, brought tears to her eyes. It was one of those days where everything that could go wrong, went wrong in a million different ways.

Flashback

-''I'm so sorry, Faith.'' – her boss said, sadness in his eyes. She had been working for him for three years now. Unfortunaly, he was struggling with keeping the shop open, so he decided to close.

-''It's ok, Mr. Olsen.'' – she said – ''I understand. I just wished there was something I could do.''

That shop and the people there were like family to her. She didn't have any family other than her boyfriend Mark; she was all alone in the world, so the staff and clients of that little coffee shop were part of her family.

She finished her shift, said goodbye to everyone and made her way towards the busy street. The cold winter air hit her face, making her eyes tear up, or was it the feeling of being all alone again? She didn't know. She stopped by the video store and picked up the latest season of her favorite show: ''Supernatural''. That was her other family. The fandom that stood behind the show and the amazing campaigns that the actors created had helped her in more ways than just one.

After getting out of the video store, Faith got into her car, taking a glimpse of her appearance: her long, dark brown hair fell on her shoulders, her uniform hugged her curvy body and her big brown eyes were red from crying. She knew that at that moment all she wanted was to be with her boyfriend. He always knew what to say to make her feel better. With Mark in mind, she turned her car into traffic and drove to his apartment. He wasn't expecting her but that didn't matter. She had a key and even if he wasn't home, she could wait for him.

Faith parked in front of his apartment, checking herself out in the mirror before exiting the car and walking towards the front door of the building. As she got to his door, she heard noises coming from inside the apartment; thinking it was the tv, she pulled her key out and walked in.

Her entire world crashed and burned at that moment. Her boyfriend, the man she talked about marrying, was having sex on the couch with her best friend, Laura. The world felt like it had stopped. That couldn't be. Why would he do something like that? How could her best friend do that to her? Faith was so lost in her own thoughts that she didn't even realized that both of them were talking to her, making up excuses and apologizing to her.

-''How could you?'' – she asked them, with an uncharacteristically calm in her voice.

-''Faith, baby, I'm so sorry. It's not what it looks like. It didn't mean anything. I was upset about work and Laura drop by, she comforted me and one thing led to another… Baby, I'm so sorry. Please, baby.'' – Mark said, trying to seem sincere, but Faith knew better. She had been there before. She knew all too well that he would do it again.

-''Don't call me baby. Baby is a '67 Chevy Impala. We're done. I don't want to talk to you, hear from you or ever see you again, understood? And as for you, Laura, don't come running to me when he does the same thing to you. I don't care about either of you, not anymore.'' – with that, Faith left the apartment. She was crushed. Tears streamed down her face as she made her way out of the building and into her car. Sitting in her car, Faith started thinking back on her relationship with Mark and realized that the signs were all there. Time passed. By the time Faith reeled back from her thoughts, a storm had started. She hated driving when it rained, but she couldn't stay there either. It was going to be a long drive back to her house. She lived just outside the city, in a house her grandfather had left her when he died. That meant a good two hours' drive through the storm. She started the car and drove into the traffic, leaving the city and her broken heart behind. All she wanted was to get home, jump into a hot shower and go to bed. But the storm had different plans…