Faith rubbed her eyes and eventually conked out on the bed fast
asleep, the letter box still open and the letters inside exposed.
And that's what Flay walked in on when she went to check on Faith
with Hope.
Flag “tucked” Faith in and was about to leave before she noticed
the box. “What’s this?” She picked one up, but set it back down.
“None of my business...”
Flay looked at hope, then at one of the letters. She assumed the
fancy flower letters (I think) were this so called “Charlotte”. “A
friend maybe?” She replied.
Hope slipped the letter back inside and acidently knocked the box
over in the process, spilling the contents. Faith woke up with a
gasp. She put a hand over her chest as she panted hard from the
nightmare. Faith's eyes flickered to Flay and Hope, not noticing
the box and the spilled letters, rubbing her tired eyes. "Flay?
What are you doing here?"
“I was just checking on you.” She placed the box in its original
position and stood up. “Sorry for... ya know...” She put her hand
on Faith’s shoulder. “You ok? Bad dream?”
Faith nodded and put a hand on her head as she processed everything
that was going through, she needed to tell Flay. "Hope sweetie, can
you go in the other room for a moment?"
Hope nodded and did as she was told. Once Hope was safely in a
diffrent room Faith explained to Flay everything. Dr. Money's
experiment. How she had received letters from diffrent people and
how they kept her sane. How Sal had risked his life to get her out
and how Dr. Money had told her through the letters about how Sal
had "died." Now, all of this.
"It's just a lot to take in I guess." Faith admited as she put the
letters back inside the box. "That, and I'm pregnant. I haven't
gotten tested, and I don't know what I'm carrying, but I know what
being pregnant is like."
“Man... That must be rough.” She sat down and watched Faith,
knowing that she might mess her up if she helped. “Congrats though,
if that’s a good thing. Know it wasn’t for my parents...” she said
the last part quietly. “Guess I should tell you everything too.”
Flay sat down and took a deep breath. “Want the long one, which
starts from the beginning, or the short one?” She looked at Faith,
not really sure what to say.
“Alright... Well, here it goes.” She began explaining how her
parents always hated children and hated her as soon as she was
born. She mildly went over how they abused her and mistreated her.
“I began to just... well, learn to take it. Learn to not care.” She
said after a short pause. “When I was 9 or 10, my parents died of
the disease. They were one of the first.” She stopped for a long
minute. “Here’s something I haven’t told anyone.”