"Where were you!? It's 4:30 in the freaking morning!!" Dylan screamed at me, while shaking my shoulders.
"What are you doing here!? I don't need you here right now! Like you said, it's 4:30 in the morning. So let me into my house!" I said, my words shaking no matter how confident I tried to be.
"You still didn't tell me where you were." Dylan said, his hot breath on my face. He gripped both my wrists, pushing me against the front door. Oh please God, not in front of the house.
"Dylan. Pl-Please. I didn't mean it. Please let me in." I said, my voice much weaker.
"Oh, so you're scared now!? Really?! Well, maybe you should think about what you did!! You left without asking me! You abandoned me." He whispered the last part.
"And now, I have to do this.." He whipped his hand across my face, most likely leaving a red mark. I whimpered, scrunching my body in a ball on the porch floor. Stop, please.
"Dylan! Please! I didn't mean to leave you! I love you!" I cried out to him. I can't believe I actually loved this guy. He treated me like complete shit.
"I love YOU Molly!! That's why I have to keep you in your place!!" He shouted before kicking my legs. I don't understand how this is love.. It's never made sense, ever since he started being this way. That was three years ago, when I was fifteen. The worst part is I can't stop loving him. We've been together through so much, and he's convinced me I'm nothing without him. And that's exactly how I feel.
He then stopped hurting me. surprisingly. He heaved in a big breath before kicking me in the stomach one last time. He knelt down to my spot on the floor, and then kissed me. Confusion spread across my face after he pulled away. What. The. Hell.
"I love you. Don't make me do this again." He stroked my face, manipulating me. I know this is my fault. I deserve all this.
"I love you too," I whispered. "A lot." Dylan stepped off the porch and walked home, like nothing had happened. I sighed, wiping my tears and walked into house. I tiptoed to the bathroom. I found empty liquor bottles in the bathtub. Again. I picked them up, and threw them in the trash. I checked my wounds. A purple bruise settled on my cheek, scratches on my legs, and my arm was bleeding. No worse than what I thought it was.
"I can't believe myself." I whispered. It was now about 5:20 in the morning. It seemed like hours had passed. Only a mere 50 minutes. Ugh. All I wanted to do was sleep, and that's what I found myself doing. Right on the bathroom floor.
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RING RING RING. I heard from the living room.
"Hello?" I muttered into the speaker.
"Hey babe." I heard a slow voice speak. Harry.
"What do you want!?" I shouted, angry that he would even try to talk to me after last night.
"Do you want Aubrey back? Or can we keep her?" He joked. Oh yeah, Aubrey.
"Um, yeah. Drop her off at 206 Springdale. It's by the mall." I said. I had to get some sunglasses on before they come over. How am I going to explain this giant bruise?
"Okay babe. See you then!" He said enthusiastically. Whee. I can't wait.
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Hey readers :) sorry if this one is dramatic. It kinda had to be :| anyways, how do you think Harry will react to Molly? By the way, y'all should listen to Too Beautiful by He Is We. It's kinda related to the chapter. Bye!!
