Note-I know I haven't updated in a very long time, but my grandma died so I've been in New Orleans for almost a week.
Previously
"As a teenager I used to live here," Faith said.
Wesley did a double take at Faith. "You what?" he asked.
Faith looked at him and whispered, "I grew up here."
"So that would make the girl your…"
"Sister."
She walked up the crumbling and decaying staircase with Wesley following closely. Faith tired to open one of the door, but the door knob fell off. Suddenly she kicked it open angrily.
As they walked in, Wesley notice it was a girls' bedroom. The pink paint was peeling off the walls, and it still had toys on the floor.
Faith walked over to a display of porcelain dolls, all of their hair was burned off and blood stained their dresses. "I should have never left her here," Faith whispered as she picked up the one doll that remained intact then put it bak down. Francesca she thought.
Wesley grabbed Faith by the shoulders. "Who?" he worriedly asked.
She jerked away and walked to a night stand. A picture of a teenage Faith with another teenage girl and a little girl stood on the night stand. She picked it up carefully and looked at Wesley. Tears streamed down her face as she said, "Misty is the one with the black hair and Meeka is the one with the red hair. We used to call Misty, Mimi."
Wesley had never seen Faith like this so he pulled her into his arms, she cried into his shirt.
Misty sat in the basement of her decaying house. She sat in the same position and place as she did after she killed Logan. She was fully aware of the people that were in the house…and she didn't like it.
Faith pulled away from Wesley. "I need to see where it happened," she said calmly.
"Are you sure that's a good idea?" he asked.
Faith looked at him, then around the room. "I need to know what happened to my sisters," she replied.
She heard them as they walked to the basement door. She heard the door knob turn. She didn't want them there. Why can't I be left alone?
He noticed the heaviness in the room right as they walked in, that's when he noticed a girl in the room. "Faith, look," Wesley said pointing to Misty in the corner of the room.
"Misty, honey," Faith said. She walked to where Misty was sitting.
Misty looked up at the sister that abandoned her and their little sister 6 years ago. And for the first time in 5 ½ years she said in plain English, "A little late, don't cha think?"
Faith looked at her sister. "I'm sorry," she said.
"Sorry? Oh you're sorry, so that makes up for 6 years? I'm sorry…well tell that to our little sister. Oh wait, our step-father killed her. Wanna know where he buried her Faith? In the backyard. Why don't you apologize to her, because you sure as hell should be sorry!" Misty screamed at Faith. Then she ran up the stairs and left.
Faith stood there in shock. It's my fault. I knew what Logan was capable of, and I left them here with him.
"Faith, we need to go find her…Faith?" He lead her up the stairs and out the house. "Faith we need to find her."
"She'll be found when she wants to be, not before."
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