Summer to Memories

07 - please.

Savannah's POV:

Mollie Brown:
Hale, stop by mine for a second. I need you.

"Where are you going? It's nine pm? If someone catches you up you're dead," Phoebe says.

"My love, I used to sneak out of my house every night as a teenager. I'll be okay," I say.

"Promise?" She asks. I kiss her forehead.

"I promise, darling." I walk out and go to Mollie's house. I walk in and go into her room. She looks up at me and smiles.

"C'mere." She pulls me onto her lap and kisses me. We start to make out, she grabs my hair and pulls my head back. She kisses my neck, and I sigh.

"You're tense today. Why?" She whispers. We hold eye contact.

"My damn husband. Sage, at like, two am, called me in tears about him and I.. went off on him. And I'm just so angry. I can't do this. I want a divorce so bad, but I can't get the damn papers overseas!"

"I don't know what to do anymore, Molls," I whisper, resting my head on her chest. She lays down and holds me close.

"I'm willing to risk getting kicked out if you stay for a night, Sav."

"Why would you want to risk that?" I ask. She slides her hand under my shirt and rubs my back with her fingertips.

"Because. I want to hold you to sleep, Sav. I hate keeping this a secret. And I want you to know that I will never be like Greg," she says.

"Mollie, you will never be anything like Greg." She kisses my head.

"I know. I just really don't want to let you go." She holds me tighter.

"We can't get caught, Molls," I whisper.

"So we won't." I pull away, and she looks at my lips, and then me.

"Mollie, we're in our 40s and we're acting like teenagers," I say. "This is insane."

"I know! What if we just quit!?"

"Maybe we should quit," I say. We hold eye contact.

"We can't quit," we say, in unison. I groan and fall by her side.

"You know.. Sav," she says. I look at her. She looks at me. "Me and the other sergeants have noticed your mental health deteriorating."

"Oh," I say.

"Which is why.. I called you in here.. like honestly. Because I need to tell you that if it declines at the rate that it's going now, you are going to get discharged," she says.

"Because someone higher than us is going to eventually notice. Really, Savannah, if you are struggling, it is okay to ask for help. They have people here that can help you." I look at the ceiling.

"I'm fine, Mollie," I say.

"Savannah, look at me." Her voice breaks. I do what she says, and we hold eye contact once more.

"I don't want to be one calling your baby and telling her we found you dead. I don't want to hear her sobs on the other side of the phone, and I most definitely do not want to leave her alone with your husband knowing there's never going to be a way out of his toxic behavior because you aren't coming home."

"Savannah, I knew we play around a lot when it's just the two of us, but I'm telling you this as your Sergeant. Get help. It's getting out of hand."

"But as your girlfriend, darling, I really do not want to lose you. And I am holding your hand through whatever fire you're walking through, right now. And I'll be there at the end. And I'll tend to your wounds. And that sounds really cringe, but I don't care!"