Molly Shelby

Chapter 10

We arrived at the house, it was in the countryside completely on its own surrounded by fields. It was pretty much the same as the other house just without the large driveway, the car came to a stop, I looked out the window anxiously, This doesn't feel right. I got out the car and followed my dad in to the house, i wondered round curiously trying to feel somewhat comfortable with my surroundings. There were maids wondering around the house getting different things done but it wasn't the same, I wondered out the back door of the house and towards the fence, there were two horses in one of the fields. I sat on a stack of hay bales next to the fence and watched the horses whilst I picked at the hay bale.

My dad approached me and stood in front of me, "are you alright Mol?" He asked, looking straight at me. I looked at the bale I was sat on as I picked at the strands of hay, "I don't know" I replied quietly, he sat next to me "you know you're allowed to be scared there's no shame in it" he said and put an arm round me. I nodded "but I can't show the bad men I'm scared" I said with a hint of question in my voice, "that's right, but you can show me you're scared" he replied. I leaned in to his side "I am scared" I admitted sadly, my dad squeezed my arm gently "there's nothing wrong with being scared" he replied softly "especially when there's a good reason to be" he continued. "Will Mosley go away soon?" I asked to which he scoffed quietly "I bloody hope so," I giggled quietly, "come on let's go inside it's freezing out here" I nodded and jumped down off the bales then ran with Wolf inside.

The events of the day were haunting my sleep, everything from the gunman to Mosley. I woke up and screamed, I was sweating and crying, I curled up  bringing my knees to my chest and trying to calm myself down. My dad burst through the door his face filled with panic, he quickly realised what had happened and moved towards the bed, I practically leapt in to his arms and cried. "It's alright, you're alright" he said quietly shushing me, "I'm scared dad I'm so scared" I sobbed as he just held me tightly "I know" he replied and continued to gently rock me back and forth. He stayed with me sat on the bed holding me tightly, my head laid gently against him, I sniffled quietly shivering every now and again. I felt myself starting to drift off to sleep causing me to snuggle further in to my dads chest, he tilted his head slightly to look at me then planted a gentle kiss on my forehead before setting me down on the bed.

"Don't go" I whimpered and held out a hand tiredly, my dad looked at me with a softened expression before changing to a cotton shirt and making his way back to the bed, he lay down next to me and allowed me to curl back up in to his side. I felt his fingertips brushing softly up and down my back, I remember he did it when I had nightmares before, it helps me sleep. Before I knew it my eyes weighed a ton and I drifted off to sleep.