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Faith’s driving to her apartment from yet another shift as a waitress in Moose Trail. The job pays near nothing, and the restaurant is the shittiest building she’d ever had the disgrace of stepping foot in. (other than Whitepier high school, of course, but that goes without saying) The only reason she had to get a job in Moose Trail in the first place was because of her family’s very public way of dealing with interpersonal drama. And oh boy, was there a lot of it.
After it was announced to every person living in Whitepier that Faith was not her mother’s child, Sarah Solace divorced Cameron and switched her last name back to De Vries, then moved to Florida, all without the child she sort of raised.
A month later Faith graduated from high school, and was dumped by her long time boyfriend not two hours later. Perfect, wonderful, sweet Dylan did his best to lessen the shock and any hurt feelings, but didn’t take into account the relief that Faith would feel. After it was obvious that Faith was not and would never be affected by him, Dylan grimaced and moved on.
Reeling from the divorce and subsequent spousal abandonment, Cameron Solace told his daughter that he’d also be moving. There wasn’t any real estate in Whitepier that he hadn’t already dealt with. She was, of course, invited to join him but his tone was really urging her not to.
So now she lives alone, in a one bedroom apartment that rent she only pays if the tips are good enough. All hope she ever had of improving her life and becoming something bigger than how she grew up has been crushed.
And if all that wasn’t bad enough, Faith is now related to Bobbie Conway.
She has his number in her phone as the one and only emergency contact. While they don’t ever talk, (the few conversations they’ve had since the news broke have ended in arguments) there is a sort of comradery that is only earned through months of legal trouble and worthless parental figures.
Faith thinks about her shitty life and her shitty job and her shitty relationships and she hopes that holding on to the resentment turns her life sour and her soul black and endless and-
Something falls from the trees above her and there’s a horrible noise of metal on metal as Faith slams on her brakes. The snow causes her to skid more than normal and the traction is practically nonexistent as she swerves and the car grinds to a halt.
Faith rips off her seatbelt and stumbles out of the car, looking to see what animal had the unfortunate luck of running in the road. Frigid air fills her lungs as she looks on to the heap illuminated by her headlights.
Fuck.
Faith just hit a person in her 2010 Toyota Corolla.