chapter nine
-Molly-

The chai swirled down the drain and I swore never to drink the beverage again. How was it he ignored me and simply decided to make my drink out of habit? I felt sick. I wanted to throw up. The previous night was a mistake. I realized it when I woke up and he was already gone. It wasn't meant to be.

I followed the others into the parlor and felt a set of eyes on me. I looked up and saw Taylor's blue eyes focused on me with some concern. I smiled weakly at him and without a word I picked up my electric guitar. I didn't wait for anyone to begin. I just started and I knew there was no stopping. Sincerity kicked in, knowing exactly what I was playing, she kept glancing between Will and I constantly. Well, she was really glaring at Will. When the song was over, I walked to the couch and ceased to move. No one dared speak to me, the session was continued without me. A band with six musicians. Kind of an laugh. I stared at Will as he drummed, wondering if I should tell him that he's out of the band. Gone. Fin. It was tempting. My thoughts were interrupted when something hard hit my on the neck. I gasped loudly as a drumstick hit my neck harshly.

"Sorry Molly!" Will shouted as he continued to drum with a new set of sticks.

I could feel the anger welling up. Without giving it a second thought, I went on impulse and threw the drumstick at him without really making a definate target. His drumming ceased immediately when it struck his eye. "What the fuck was that for?" he shouted loudly.

"I should hope you know," I responded, uncharacteristically icily.

The whole room stopped. It froze and all eyes were on me. Adrenaline was rushing through my veins and I didn't know what I would do next. All hell froze over when I was mad. I very rarely got hellishly mad, but it wasn't a good thing when I did. I could see some fear in Sincerity's eyes as I stared off into space and then shot a glare in Will's direction. "I'm going on a walk," I murmered softly and snatched my quilt from off the couch. I didn't bother with boots and slipped on my favorite pair of Invader Zim flipflops and I was out the door.

I heard the door open and close as the snow crunched beneath my flipflops. I pulled the quilt around my body tightly and walked straight ahead on the snowy path. As I breathed the air was frosty. I needed space. I needed to cool down. The ice and snow would definately do the trick, I just needed to breath for a moment or so. I nearly shrieked when I felt the snow touch my feet, but it was my own fault for not taking the time to get some boots on. The steps behind me got nearer by the second and I felt a warm hand on my shoulderblade, through my quilt. I was whirled around and met by Will's face.

"What the hell is going on here Molly?" His voice was rough.

"Leave me alone," I wiggled out of his grasp and went onward. Tears were starting to surface but the last thing I wanted was for him to know he'd genuinely hurt me. He dared to grab my shoulder again and I tried to wiggle free. But his grasp was too strong. "LET GO OF ME!" I screamed loudly.

"You didn't seem too prude last night Molly. What happened with that? Huh?"

I closed my eyes tightly. My whole childhood was rushing before my eyes. My uncle. I felt my body stiffening and I fell to the ground. I willed the tears away, but the memories still floated to the surface. I knew Will didn't care. Especially after his last comment. My quilt slipped off my shoulder as I attempted not to cry. His hand touched my shoulders again. I didn't feel like fighting back again. "Molly. Come here sweetie, I'm sorry." Will spoke in cautious, soft voice.

"Don't lay a finger on her you asshole."

My eyes shot open and I saw Taylor standing on the path with an angry look drawn across his normally calm face. I picked up my quilt and wrapped the part that wasn't covered with snow around myself. I withdrew awkwardly, looking between the two of them. His body was stiff and ready.

"Stay the hell out of this Hanson. This is between Molly and I," Will slightly neared Taylor defiantly.

"She doesn't want to be touched. She left the house because she wanted to be alone and away from you."

"What would you know. I've known her for years and you've known her for only a week."

"You sure as hell don't treat her like you've known her for years."

The world was spinning. I was rendered frozen again as the sixteen year old boy and twenty-three year old man argued loudly. Will was just an immature asshole, ready to please a woman and leave her when he'd gotten what he wanted. Taylor was the one with the divorce behind him, but a lot of wisdom. My eyes widened as Will threw a punch at Taylor and he dodged it narrowly. Taylor had hold of Will's fisted up right hand. "Let go of my hand!"

"Leave Molly alone."

"This is none of your fucking business. Stay out of this."

I bit my lip until it bled as the arguing continued, eventually Will punched Taylor in the stomach and had him doubled up on the ground. Will jerked me up afterwards, not seeing that Taylor had risen again. Will never saw Taylor's fist until it hit his face. He fell to the ground and Taylor stared down at him angrily. He kicked Will in the stomach, hard. His face softened when he turned to me. I ran off immediately, not wanting to exchange words in high hopes that I left him in a stupor. But I heard the front door open immediately after I had slammed it and ran up the stairs. I locked my bedroom door and locked it tightly behind me. I leaned against the door, slowly slid down the door until I was sitting with my back up against it. It was then that the tears fell. My face had become cold when I was outdoors and the tears were hot against my skin. I began to sob heavily, my breathing became labored. I drew my knees up to my chest again and sobbed into them.

Memories of my Uncle, then Will - it began to meld together. Being used was something I should have been used to. I heard a slight creaking noise from the other side of the room but didn't bother look up. "Go away!"

Finally I looked up at the intruder and Taylor's eyes were on me, concerned. The overwhelming urge to wipe the tears away flooded over me. "How did you get in?" "Bathroom door." He sat down on the floor next to me. "What did that asshole do to you?"

His arm went around my shoulders cautiously and he half hugged me.

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