Page 4 of Molly: Part One
“Oh, why was I so fucking stupid, I knew moving in with him was a bad idea, I should have listened to my gut feeling not just do whatever I thought would make him happy.”
“Come on, get your arse upstairs and in the shower, I’ll find you a t-shirt to wear. Leave your clothes on the floor in my room and I’ll put them in the wash. You should find everything you need in the en suite. When you’re done I’ll be waiting downstairs with your drink ready.”
I root through a suitcase in one of the spare bedrooms to find a t-shirt for Molly to put on, I know the one I want and I know it’s here somewhere.
I just put my hand on the polo shirt with Oxford Brookes University embroidered on the left side as I hear the door to my en suite shut. I take the t-shirt to my room and leave it on the bed. I’m hoping my choice will make her smile, remembering happier times.
I knock lightly on the door. “Have you got everything you need?”
There is silence for a few seconds and I can imagine her checking out all the products in the shower, realising they’re all men’s. Eventually I hear a quiet “yes” from the other side of the door.
“Okay, I’ll see you downstairs when you are done. Take your time.”
I gather up her wet clothes and take them with me. They may be soaking but as I walk with them I can still smell Molly’s vanilla scent on them. It makes me feel happy and content. She has been my rock over the past six months. I don’t know what I would have done without her. I just wish all the people in her life could see how amazing she is and treat her properly.
I go to put everything in the washing machine when I see her bra poking out of the pile. “What the fuck do I do with this?” I mutter to myself. Something in me thinks it needs some kind of special cycle in the machine but fuck if I know. I decide to shove it all in and just put it on a cool quick wash, that shouldn’t do it much damage right?
