Page 86 of Molly: Part One
Ryan’s car isn’t outside the house when I arrive home telling me he’s not in. I’m really disappointed. After having my talk with Emma I was ready to sit down with him and sort this out once and for all.
I put my stuff in my room before heading upstairs to get a drink and slob in front of the telly for a bit. As soon as I enter the kitchen area I see a piece of paper on the worktop.
Molly,
I’ve gone out with Holly, don’t worry about doing me any dinner.
See you later.
Ryan x
I just stand there staring at his handwriting. I feel like I’ve just been kicked in the stomach, he’s gone out with Holly. Now I understand his reaction to me saying that I was going out with Adam on Tuesday night. I’m sure the look on my face right now is similar to his that morning.
Deciding against sitting in front of the telly and waiting for him to come home I take myself back downstairs for an early night. Not that I’m going to be sleeping any time soon. I was confident about what I wanted after taking everything through with Emma but coming home to find he’s gone out with someone else has me questioning everything again.
I hear the front door open just before midnight and I see his head pop around my door.
“Hey Molls, you awake?”
“Yeah, the front door woke me up,” I lie. In reality I was still thinking about him.
“Sorry, I’ll leave you to sleep. Goodnight.”
“Night.”
I listen to him climb the stairs before going back to not sleeping.
After a long day meeting with clients and many bad nights sleep this week I’m feeling ready to go home and spend my Friday evening snuggled down on the sofa with a glass of wine and a good chick flick. But I’ve just arrived for my pole dancing class with Megan to find out that tonight’s class is a two-hour session because the instructor is on holiday next week and can’t do the class. Everyone else looks excited by the prospect of two hours dancing, I on the other hand want to find a corner to hide in and sleep.
“Come on Molly, look at least a little enthusiastic.”
I plaster a smile on my face and do my best to look like I’m enjoying myself for the next two hours.
By the time our instructor does our cool down routine I’m really ready to have a hot bath and hit my bed. Megan has to practically drag me from the club and to my car. When we usually leave this place on a Monday night it’s pretty dead, a complete contrast to what is going on now. There are drunken men in all directions, many are shouting and hollering our way. Clearly they think we are dancers from the club finishing our shift for the night. We both put our heads down, along with the other ladies that left at the same time as us, and head straight for our cars. I say goodbye to Megan and make quick work of getting home.
I have my music on, hot bath run with bubbles so high they are spilling down the sides and a glass of wine sat on the side waiting for me.
I just slip my weary body into the hot, soothing water when I hear a loud bang in the hallway. I sit up so fast it sloshes water all over the floor. My heart is thundering in my chest as I wait for something else to happen.
“MOLLY,” Ryan hollers from the hallway.
“In here,” I shout back but not at the crazy volume he just did.
My bathroom door flies open with such force I think it’s going to come off the hinges. Ryan looks seriously pissed off. I just stare at him in shock.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing Molly? Why the fuck did you ever think that was a good idea? I mean for fuck sake all those slime balls looking at you. You promised me you had changed, that you weren’t going to be like that any more. First you go off and sleep with Adam only a couple of weeks after you said you’d wait and now I find out you’ve been doing this. What the fuck Molly? You’d better have some fucking good reasons.”
I watch as he rants and throws random questions at me. His hands have been through his hair so many times I’ve lost count.
“Ryan, calm the fuck down. You’re gonna have to explain what you’re going on about, I’m a little confused.”
“I will not calm fucking down, I’m fucking livid. I’m so motherfucking angry that you would put yourself in that position.”
“What position? I don’t know what you are talking about.” And then the penny drops. “You saw me tonight didn’t you?”
“Yes, I fucking saw you. Care to explain why I saw you leaving a sleazy strip club in your skimpy clothes looking exhausted. Why the fuck would you want to do that, it’s not like you need the money.”
“Whoa hang on, you think I was working at the strip club?” I can’t help but laugh at this but the murderous look on Ryan’s face soon stops me.
