Page 63 of Molly: Part One
“She was fucking playing me. She never fucking loved me, she just wanted to screw me over and take as much money as she could.”
“Wait, what?” I ask a little confused as I grab his hand and drag him to the living room so we can sit.
“I went home yesterday when I left here. I went straight to the kitchen to take some tablets. Her handbag was on the side with a load of paper work spilling out of it. Now I wouldn’t usually look but a few things haven’t added up recently, so I pulled a couple of bits out. They were addressed to a Charlotte Smith, I didn’t think much if it until I seen a passport so I grabbed it and opened it to the photo page. There was her picture next to the name Charlotte Smith. Her phone then went off in her bag so I found it and opened the text. It was from someone called Jake and the message was asking her if she had got the replica rings and pawned the real ones yet. I couldn’t fucking believe it. I dug around in her bag and sure as shit there was a box with cheap imitations of the bridal set I’d bought her after I proposed.”
“Holy shit. What a fucking bitch. What did you do?”
“I stood and waited for her to appear. The look on her face was priceless when she seen me with all the evidence. She just broke down in tears telling me how sorry she was. It took a while but eventually she admitted that her name was Charlotte, she made Lucy up so I couldn’t find anything out about her. It turns out the falling out with her parents was just a story to get me to let her move in. The times I thought she was with her friends she was actually with her boyfriend, who was her partner in crime. They had targeted me because of my family’s money. She made herself the perfect girlfriend so I would fall for her, got me to buy her a stupidly expensive ring just so she could pawn it and take the cash. God knows what else they would have done if I hadn’t figured it out.”
“Fuck, I’m so sorry Jax. I thought there was something weird about her but I couldn’t put my finger on it.”
“I know, me too. I was just blinded by how perfect she seemed to care enough to explore it.”
“So what happened, what did you do?”
“I pulled the ring off her finger, made sure I still had the wedding band in my room, took what I thought was the cheap version just in case I was wrong and threw her out of the flat, swiftly followed by her stuff. I then called a locksmith to change the locks. I never want to lay eyes on her again. I can’t fucking believe how stupid I was. It was all a act.” He puts his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands. I pull him into my side and put both my arms around him in comfort.
“I’m so sorry Jax.”
We sit silent for a few minutes while he gets himself together.
“Right. Come on we’ve got work to do. I’m not sitting here letting her make me miserable. She can fuck off if she thinks I’m going to waste any of my time on her from now on.”
“Good for you. But we are not working. Come one, we are going for lunch then I’ve got something I want you to help me with.”
A couple of hours later Jax is pulling up outside my house having followed me here after lunch. I give him a quick tour before letting him get comfortable in the living room with a beer. I quickly go downstairs to change and grab my sketchpad.
“Right so, after Hannah died I decided I wanted a tattoo. I wanted something to remind me how short life is so I’ve been sketching. I’ve done loads based on the flower the forget me not, different patterns and words. But I think I’ve got my final design.”
“That’s so exciting, your first tattoo. Let me see.”
“I knew you’d be helpful with this. I was also hoping you could recommend someone, you know, seeing as you have one or two yourself.”
“Yes, I know someone who is amazing,” he says flicking through my sketches. “These are really good Molly.”
“Thanks. It’s that one,” I say pointing at my final design. “Jax?”
“Yeah.”
“What made you get yours and can I see them?”
“Molly, is that your way of asking me to get naked!” he says smirking.
“No Jackson, it’s me asking to see your tats! Now, kit off!”
I watch as he pulls his t-shirt over his head revealing his toned torso and the tattoos that continue on to his chest, ribs and over his stomach.
“Wow. They’re awesome,” I say running my finger over the one on his ribs. Jax goes on to point out each one and why he got it. I’m totally mesmerised by the ink.
“So, where do you want yours?” I stand and run my finger down my side from my bra strap to my waist. “Yeah that should look good, have you got any grease proof paper?”
“Yeah, why?”
“I’m gonna trace your design then we can place it on your skin so we can get an idea of what it will be like.”
“That makes sense,” I say heading over to the kitchen.
I watch as Jax makes quick work if tracing my design with a sharpie. I pass him some scissors when he is done so he can cut it to size.
