Page 45 of Molly: Part One
Chapter 12
Ryan
This week has been shit, total shit. Ever since Molly told me about her date I’ve been a complete mess and I can’t seem to sort myself out. The only thing that has helped me forget is alcohol. Luckily for me my mates from school are back and are keen to keep up the party lifestyle from their holiday so we’ve been out to different bars each night this week. I can’t honestly say I remember much of what’s happened but it means I don’t remember thinking or being miserable about Molly.
Tonight is Molly’s date and I made the stupid decision to stay home, I wanted to make sure I was here if she needed me but at some point during the afternoon the urge to drown everything out was too strong so I hit the beer, again. Now I’m not going to be much good if her date goes south and she needs me.
She’s just got in and came up to say hello. To say she looked shocked to see me here would be an understatement, well either shocked to see me here or to see me here pissed off my head again, I’m not sure. It felt like my heart skipped at beat when she walked into the room. I’ve missed her so much this week but the thought of spending time with her at the moment makes my chest hurt too much. I feel like a complete pussy, I’m actually concerned I might be turning into a woman wallowing like this.
After an amount of time I’m completely unaware of I hear her coming back up the stairs. When I look up to her I see she is wearing the white dress she had on the evening we went out for dinner in Cornwall and ended up in the sea. I feel myself get choked up at the memory. That week had been amazing, although the initial reason for the break had been a sad one, it turned out being one of the best weeks of my life and Molly played a big part in that.
“Well, I’m off out. Have a good night Ryan.” The look on her face when she says this almost looks as dejected as I feel.
I watch as she looks at her feet then turns to walk out. Just before she gets to the door I find my voice.
“Molly.”
“Yeah.”
“You look gorgeous. Have a good night. I hope he treats you well.” I even manage to crack a smile at her before she says thank you and leaves the house.
I must have passed out on the sofa before she got home because the next thing I know the room is really bright and when I open my eyes I see Molly making a cup of tea in the kitchen.
“Morning,” she sings cheerfully making my head hurt.
I just groan back at her.
“Ry, you’re not eighteen anymore. Hangovers from week long binges are gonna last much longer than our uni days.”
I groan again, roll off the sofa on to my hands and knees and crawl out of the room and up to my bedroom, where I collapse on my bed and fall back to sleep.
By the time I wake up again it’s the afternoon and I still feel like death. I drag my arse into the shower in the hope it will wake me up but it does very little to pull me out of the slump I’ve found myself in.
I head down to the kitchen hoping coffee might be more successful. I put the kettle on and turn around to grab a mug when I see a note.
Ry,
I’ve gone out with Megan and Oscar then I’m having dinner tonight with Jax at The Fat Dog. Maybe lay of the beer today huh? I’m worried about you.
Love and hugs Molly xx
The mug that was in my hand goes flying across the room and crashes against the far wall of the living room.
“Who the fuck is Jax?” I growl to myself.
I lean back against the kitchen worktop, shut my eyes and try to calm myself down. Molly swore when she moved in here that she was turning over a new leaf with men and not using them to make herself feel cared for but here she is going out with two different guys on two consecutive nights. She might have ruined me at the moment but I’m sure as hell not going to let her slip back into her old ways.
Molly
“Molly can I ask you something?” Megan asks me sheepishly which piques my interest.
“Of course, what’s up?” Megan is starting to look more and more embarrassed by the second. “Megan, why are you blushing?”
“Um…well. J-James has this um…f-fantasy.”
“Megan, I love both you and James but I’m not having a threesome with you.”
“WHAT, NO! Sorry no, that’s not it at all,” she starts to laugh once she’s calmed down from the shock.
