Somebody That I Used To Know

Midnight Meeting

Gaaaah it's punching time

Lily was peacefully resting her bed, being laid to sleep by her parents about an hour earlier.

Molly sits in the living room, curled in the corner chair with a book. Tom had said that he was going upstairs to take a shower and get ready. She'd assumed get ready meant for bed.

Tom jogs down the stairs, holding his keys in his hand. "I have to go, darling, I'll be back in a bit."

"Where are you going?" Molly asks and puts her book down.

"Out. I won't be long."

"With who?"

"A friend."

"And who is this friend?" Molly walks up to Tom and looks him in the eyes.

"Just a friend, Molly, you don't know them."

"You can't give me the name of this friend, can you?"

"Mols, please, don't worry. I'm not drinking and I'd never cheat on you."

"So you're going out to have a mysterious get together? I'd have no problem if you could just tell me their name."

"Please," Tom sighs. "I have to go. I love you very much."

"Whatever." Molly snaps and walks back to the chair. "If you come home drunk, you're sleeping outside. I'm not dealing with that in my house."

"I know, dear. I promise you that I'm not drinking."

"But still, you can't tell me who you're seeing..."

"It's nothing to worry about, I just have things I need to do."

"Just go."

Tom squeezes his eyes and shut and walks out of the house. He couldn't tell Molly where he was going, but he wished that she wouldn't worry like this.

About half an hour after Tom leaving, Molly gets an idea. She goes into her contacts and searches Denise (Yoga).

She bounces her leg as the phone rings.

"Hello?" Denise answers.

"Denise," Molly says, voice stiff. "Have you heard from Tom?"

"Why, is everything alright?"

"It's fine, answer the question please."

"Darling, come back to bed." a voice says in the background. It was hard to hear the tone of voice, but it was definitely said by a male.

"I haven't seen him since our last appointment, I'm sorry. Is he okay?"

"I don't know, you tell me."

"What?"

"Nothing. If you do see him, tell him to get his ass back home so I can fucking murder him."

"Um... Mrs. Hiddleston.... that... that sounds like personal business. I'll let you know if I hear from him though, alright? Have a good night."

Molly groans as she shuts off her phone.

It all started the night he came home acting weird. Tom had become much more secretive since then with pretty much everything he did.

"With fucking Denise?" Molly groans. "Really? It had to be the fucking yoga instructor?"

Molly didn't even feel rage. She was honestly just dumbfounded at the fact that he was so bad at hiding it. When Tom came home, she would confront him about it.

The clock hits 1am and there's still no trace of him.

He's not coming home

Molly walks herself upstairs and gets into bed, looking at the empty half next to her.

What happened to make him do this? It came up out of nowhere? Was he unhappy with Molly or did he just want a change?

At about 7am, Tom walks through the front door. He peels off his shoes and walks like a zombie upstairs.

He's greeted by Molly, who's sitting in their bed with a pursed look on her face. "Where the hell were you?" she snaps.

"Please be quiet," Tom whispers. "My head hurts."

"Let me guess, you got fucking drunk again and that's why you couldn't drive home?"

"I didn't drink, I know that much."

Tom lays down onto their bed and clutches a pillow in his arms. He feels himself falling asleep, but Molly's angry voice wakes him up.

"I called Denise last night."

"Why?"

"Because I figured you were there. I heard a male's voice in the background."

"It's probably her boyfriend, Tim."

"Tim? You seriously want me to believe that she with a man named Tim while you were gone for hours?"

"Yes, Molly, I'm not lying to you. I didn't drink and I wasn't with Denise."

"Then where were you?"

"I... I don't remember."

"You don't remember?"

"I swear, Molly, I didn't drink and I didn't cheat on you. I saw a friend and I didn't feel well so I slept there."

"Why didn't you feel well?"

"I don't know." Tom groans. "I'm lightheaded and it feels like I'm floating. I just need to get some sleep."

It was then that Molly started to feel the pain of her thoughts. "Thomas?" she quietly says. "Can you please just tell me what I did wrong? Why are you doing this?"

"You did nothing wrong, what are you talking about?"

"I know what you're doing, Tom."

"If you truly did know, you'd know that it's not about you. Can you leave me so I can rest, please?"

Molly sighs and walks downstairs without even saying a goodbye.

The sound of glass clinking against the wood table fills the room. "Whiskey?"

"I'm trying not to drink, thank you."

"Then water?"

"That's fine."

A bottle of water is poured into the glass. "And upon our agreement..." White powder is sprinkled into the glass. "There you go."

He nods and takes the glass, drinking the shot amount of water inside. "I feel guilty."

"A deal's a deal, you do something for me and I do something for you. It's fair."

"I suppose that it is. I just don't like thinking that Molly thinks I'm cheating on her."

"It's not cheating, don't worry, you have nothing to worry about. We have an agreement, that's all."

He sighs and puts his head in his hands. "Let's just get this over with."