The Three Bros

[42] Everything

Molly's POV

"Baby," I say, wiping the blood on his face, "are you okay?"

Ian had just ran off to the hospital, Myles and Bianca heading off too, I don't know where though.

It seemed like no one cared about Damien, but I didn't question it.

Suddenly, I was forcefully pushed to the side, me nearly loosing my balance.

A girl in really short shorts and a tight white shirt that practically showed her bra, clung to the jail bars, "Baby, are you okay?" She asks the same thing I did.

"I'm fine."

He did not just respond to baby. "Excuse me?" I shove at the girl, "Who do you think you are?!"

"The name's Cana," she glares. "Who are you, feather?"

My face scrunches up in insult. She was referring to my shirt with animated feathers on it. "I'm Molly, and that's my boyfriend," I motion to Damien.

"I'm his girlfriend," she rolls her eyes.

I turn to him, my heart on the floor, "Tell me she's crazy."

"I think you should get outta here, Molly."

I nearly choked on nothing in particular, but it hurt.

"Goodbye Milly," Cana winks.

Ryder's POV

Its been like four hours since Myles and his chick left me here to go check on Ian.

I nearly fell asleep, watching this shitty reality show on TV, when my phone rings.

"Molls?" I raise a brow, answering the phone. Why would she call me?

She was sobbing in the background, "R-ryder?"

"What the fuck happened?"

"Could you just," she sobs, "come over?"

"I'll be right over."

***

I impatiently ring the doorbell, waiting for Molly to open the fuck up.

My finger reaches up to press the doorbell again, but the door was already open.

Molly looked all red, from crying. She didn't even give me a second to speak, she just lunged for me, tightly hugging me, her tears soaking my shirt.

"Molls---"

"He cheated... cheater..." she murmurs in my shirt.

I hug her back, hoping it gave her the comfort she needed.

I didn't care if we were still at her doorstep, we didn't need to go inside for shit.

"I'm so sorry," I rub her back comfortingly. I wasn't even apologizing for something I did, yet it was hard for me to say it.

It always was.

"You wouldn't hurt me, right?" She looks up at me with puffy eyes.

"Yeah..." I don't even know where she was going with this.

"I love you too," she smiles. "I knew it since we arrived at the hotel, but I just wouldn't admit it to myself."

"Molls, if I freaking cared enough about you, I'd tell you I couldn't offer you a relationship because you just got out of one. But I can offer you one, and I stand here, asking you to be my girlfriend."

She frowns, "I can't."

"Forget everything I just said," I shake my head. As embarrassing as this was, it wasn't so bad.

If I wasn't meant to end up with Molly... then so be it. Hell no, I'd play with fate, and wait.

Her hand touches my cheek, "Will you wait? For me?"

"I've waited this long," I peck her cheek. "And it was worth it."

She smiles, "Thank you," she goes back to hugging me.

Though, this time, she wasn't crying.

Blaire's POV

"Come here," I pat the spot at the edge of my hospital bed once my mom leaves the room. Ian sits, wrapping his arm around me. "Thank you."

"For what?"

"For everything," I smile at him.

He kissed my bruised cheek, "I love you so much."

"I love you too."

"You know what annoys me, angel?" He suddenly asks.

"What?"

"Seeing you here. You don't deserve to be on a hospital bed, though, I hope the next time you're here, it'll be with my baby."

"Cheesy," I comment. "Though... I hope so too."