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"Molly," a hand is grabbing hold of my upper arm while trying to pull me up to my feet with their other hand.
My eyes stay closed, trying to stay asleep on the cold ground. My body fails me as my eyes open. I take in where I am; the storage unit. My eyes scan around the room frantically, my heart beating in my ear dumbs.
"Uh," my body allows a groan to crawl up my throat as I'm being walked out of the storage unit. Walking through the lit-up red hallway, my eyes scan every detail of my surroundings.
White walls under the red glow. Stickers plastered on some of the doors to the storage units, only I cannot make out what color they are behind the red lighting. Stopping in front of a large door, a hand reaches out from underneath my lower back to twist the handle.
"Lift your head up for me, Molls, please." A voice begs me in a quiet tone, making my heart race. That voice sounds oddly familiar...
My eyes continue to shut on their own, making me force them open. Each time I open my eyes, my vision gets a bit more blurry. I can hear somebody talking to me as they carry me through another hallway before stopping in front of an elevator. They step inside after pushing a button for it to open; shielding my head from hitting the door when they step inside fully. As the doors close, a ding rings into the open air. My eyes scan the buttons and the steal doors of the elevator. My eyes meet my reflection in the doors that's staring right back at me. It isn't until a few seconds later that I trail my eyes upward, looking at the person who's chest I'm resting my head against.
"Levi?"
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Fanfiction• H.S • As Molly is trying to move away from her hometown, she leaves with no money and no plan. Her parents won't help, considering they are the reason she left. When she finds herself in L.A, she wonders around and throws herself at every store, s...
