Page 55 of Molly: Part One
“You…you are what’s happened. You slagging her off and she’s fucking gone because of it. She’s packed her stuff, got in her car and left. All because you can’t accept her as my friend. Now give me your keys.” I demand with my hand out.
At that moment my dad comes around the corner with a set of keys in his hand. He looks half asleep. I must have woken him up with my shouting. I don’t care though because he is giving me what I want, what I need.
“Thank you. It’s good to know someone cares.”
I pat my dad on the shoulder as I turn to leave. I jump in Mum’s car and speed away, she hardly drives the thing so it splutters at bit at first. I keep reminding myself to keep my speed in check, I won’t be worth much to anyone dead in a ditch.
I have to go home first. Not because I think she’s there, because I know she not. But because I know I have a spare key to my old flat. There is no way she is going to let me in willingly if she has heard what I think she has. I’m going to need to let myself in to get to her.
I notice I was right when I pull up to the house and don’t see her car. I leave the car running while I get the keys then quickly head towards where I know she is.
I almost smile to myself when I see her car behind Cocoa’s, relieved that I was right. I go straight to the door to the flat above and shove the key in the lock, relief floods me when I realise they haven’t changed the locks. I take the stairs three at a time, eager to get to her. I look around and see it looks deserted so guess she must be in her old room that is now a living room.
The door is shut so I gently push it open to reveal Molly fast asleep on the sofa with the moonlight casting light across her face where she hasn’t shut the curtains. I notice a pile of tissues next to where her head is resting on the armrest. The sight breaks my heart.
I walk up to where she is sleeping and run my fingers down her cheek. I want to wake her up gently not scare the shit out of her.
“Molly,” I whisper gently and kiss her hair.
She groans lightly and I watch her eyes start to flicker as she begins to wake.
“Molly, it’s just me. I’m so sorry. I came after you as soon as I realised you’d left,” I say in a soothing voice while stroking my hand down her hair.
Her eyelids flicker open slowly but as soon as she realises what is going on her eyes are wide and she sits bolt upright.
“What the fuck are you doing here? How did you get in?” she says looking panicked.
“I knew you’d be here so I stopped at home and got my key. I had a feeling you wouldn’t let me in if I knocked.”
“That feeling was correct. I actually hate you right now. I can’t believe you just let her go off on me like that. You didn’t even try to defend me, you actually fucking agreed with her. You didn’t fight for me you bastard. You promised.”
“It’s not like it looked, Molly, I swear it’s not.”
“Ha, yeah that’s what they always say.”
She tries pushing me away from where I am crouched in front of her but I put my arms on her shoulders to hold her in place.
“Just hear me out, please?” I sit back when I feel her relax under my hands.
“No, I want you to leave.” She stands up and strides over to the door, indicating the way she wants me to go. “I don’t want you here, I don’t even want to look at you.”
She turns her face away from me but not before I see a tear fall on to her cheek.
“I’m not going anywhere until you listen to me,” I say walking over until I am standing in front of her.
She still has her face away from me so I reach out, gently take her chin in my hand and move her head until she is looking at me. Her eyes are red and bloodshot from crying and she has fresh tears running down her cheeks. “Molly, I do not and will never agree with what my mum thinks of you.”
“But you did. I heard you. She said I wasn’t your type, was a complete slut and explained how you need to find a nice girl and you said ‘I know’. You fucking agreed with her and said you were struggling with it. Struggling with me.”
“I was not agreeing with what she said. Look, Molly, you were right before when you said my mum hates you, I know I said she didn’t but every time I see her or talk to her she goes off like she did tonight about you. I have defended you so many times I couldn’t possible count. I am constantly repeating myself to her but she never listens, she’s formed her own opinions and refuses to change them no matter what I say. The last few times she has done it I have found it easier to let her run out of steam before I say anything, trust me it makes the whole thing quicker. If you had hung around you would have heard me defend you. I think I actually scared her a little because I lost it. She has no right to talk about you the way she does and it really fucking pisses me off.” As I explain I feel myself getting worked up again.
She looks down at the floor again but I put my hand on her cheek to pull her back.
“You’re shaking,”
“I’m so fucking angry. I thought I’d calmed down on the drive here but remembering it just makes me mad again. You are the most wonderful person Molly. I don’t know how she can’t see that, can’t see everything you have done for me this year.”
“I need you too explain why you said ‘I know’ when she said all that stuff. I’m struggling to understand Ryan.”
