Page 69 of Molly: Part One
“Tea please,” I manage to get out.
“Okay, sit down, I’ll be right back with it.”
I sit down on the sofa and put my head back on the cushion. I think I must have had more to drink last night than I realised. I think back over the night’s events and instantly feel awful for how I treated Ryan. I know how he is feeling about me, I should have been more sympathetic with my actions with Adam. He was giving as good as he got though with that blonde. I wonder if he took her home, the thought makes me want to empty my stomach right here. This is crazy, what are we doing to each other? I wish I could be brave enough to just take the jump with him.
I spend the rest of the morning with Adam and once I’m feeling like I could make the journey without being ill I ask him to drive me home. When we pull up outside my house I lean over and give Adam a quick kiss.
“Thank you. I’ll speak to you soon.”
“No problem. Enjoy the rest of your weekend,” he says before I get out and walk over to the front door to let myself in.
I notice that neither Abbi’s or Jax’s cars are parked at the house and I wonder if they are out together.
I let myself in, stand and listen to see if I can hear any voices but it’s silent. I go into my room to dump my bag and take my shoes off before I head upstairs to make myself another cup of tea to have with the bath that I have running.
Walking into the living area the first thing I see is glass smashed all over the kitchen along with what could be a couple of mugs or a plate, I can’t tell with the mess. I scan my eyes over the rest of the room and see Ryan laid out on the sofa, I’m presuming he’s asleep but I can see worry lines on his face and he looks to be tense. I step a little closer to him and see that there is dried blood on his fists, they are swelling and bruising nicely. Shit, did he get in a fight last night?
I walk over to the kitchen trying not to stand on any of the shards while grabbing the dustpan and brush to start cleaning it up. I just bend down to start when I hear shuffling behind me.
“Leave it,” Ryan says in a harsh voice.
I turn to look at him and the expression on his face is the same on from the club last night when I was kissing Adam. His eyes look completely empty, his eyebrows are drawn together with a deep frown line between them and his lips are turned down in what I can only describe is disgust. He hasn’t moved though, he is still on the sofa. Once I’ve had enough time to study him he turns back away from me to stare ahead.
“I want a cup of tea and I’m not standing on all of this to get it.” I turn back around to start cleaning it up.
“And you always get what you want,” he says patronisingly behind me.
I’m gobsmacked. I can’t find any words to answer that remark so I choose to ignore it. He is obviously pissed off.
“What happened here?”
“You ha-”
Just as he starts to spit his answer back at me the blonde from last night appears in the doorway. She’s in the same clothes but obviously fresh from the shower. I just stare at her with wide eyes. Holy fuck, he did bring her back. I feel a lump rise up my throat and tears sting my eyes. I turn around and continue cleaning the mess up so neither of them can see how upset I am.
“You all set Holly?” I hear Ryan say as he gets up and walks over to her.
“Yes, thank you for letting me have a shower. How are you feeling?”
I feel my back tingle like they are looking at me after that comment but I’m too scared to turn around to find out.
“Like shit but you really helped. Thank you.”
“My pleasure. You have my number, if you need anything please call,” she says making me want to be sick again. “Right, my taxi is outside.”
“Seriously, thank you. I don’t know what I would have done without you,” he says quieter but I still catch it. What the fuck is he talking about?
After a few more moments I hear her walking down the stairs and Ryan flop back on the sofa.
I finish cleaning up and put the kettle on when I can safely reach it.
“So you were going to tell me what happened. Go on,” I prompt.
“It was an accident,” he says shrugging.
“An accident,” I repeat. “Multiple smashed glasses and mugs was an accident?”
“Yes. I was drunk.”
