(( A/n: Mention of addiction issues. ))
Molly continues to stomp away from Mark, who's been trying to apologize to her about what happened at school, but she isn't listening. " Her and I were only flirting and being playful. " He defense himself as she shot him a glare, " Oh please, I saw the tension between you two, and let me tell, it was disgusting!" She shouted as Mark huffed and frustration sighed. " Who do you get to judge of me dating?" He questioned as she turned to face him and put her hand on her hip. " It reminds me of your ex-girlfriend who cheated on you, so do you think I am worried about you!?" Molly narrowed her eyes at him with hurt in her eyes.
Mark stared forward at her, and frustration, hands up into the air, then looked at her wide-eyed, " I don't know because you never showed me that you cared or worried until Mom died!" He restored, then he instantly regrets it as Polly and Jack gasp. Molly looked hurt and furrowed her eyebrows at him, " You know, sometimes I wish I go back to being addicted." She ran inside the house.
" Molly! Wait!"
" Nice gonna there!"
Mark stared at Jack, who stared angrily at him, " You just had to bring that up, and she was just getting warmed up to us! Now that's fucking gone because of you!" Jack poked his chest with every sentence as Mark backed away from him and felt this anger inside him. " Jack, I didn't mean it." Mark muttered as Jack growled, " How should I believe you on that? Because that's a load of bull-" Mark punched him, which made him stumble back, and Jack let out a small laugh. " Guys, that's enough," Polly whimpered.
Jack's laugh turned into a glitching laugh as Polly stepped back, " You should go." Mark told her as Polly watched them become something she didn't recognize anymore. " What? Why?" he questioned as Mark gazed at her with black eyes. " I said GO!" Polly immediately went inside as she, locked the door and went to find Molly. Polly checked every room but couldn't find her.
" Molly! Where are you!?"
" Over here..."
" What..?"
Polly slowly turned around to see a tall shadow at the living room entrance as she looked at it. " You're not Molly," The shadow chuckled and stepped into the light to reveal itself a version of Molly. " I am a lot better than her. " Polly squints her eyes at her " Where is she?" Fake Molly laughed and sat on the stool, " She's with your father. She made a deal with little old me, so I could take the pain and sadness from her when she felt it. And I did give her three years, and they're up." She explained as she grew confused.
" How did she do that? She wouldn't do that!" Polly said as Fake Molly couldn't help but laugh more and looked at her joyfully, " She did that when your dear mother died and needed something else to take the pain away beside the drugs she took." She walked over to her " Trust me, and it did break my heart to see the broken her." Polly clenched her fists and glared up at her. " You're such a lair." Polly hissed. Fake Molly let out a small gasp " How could I lie?" she dramatically asked as Polly raised an eyebrow at her.
" Demons lie to people about everything!"
" So?"
" So you're lying to me about Molly."
" What if I am telling the truth."
" That's impossible. " Fake Molly booed her nose as Polly constructed up her face and looked up at her, " Nothing is impossible if you can do it. " She said simply as she looked at her.
~ Polly POV~
" But if you're telling the truth about what happened to her, why did you agree to make a deal with her in the first place?" I questioned as she sighed and looked at the family photos " I can understand her pain, " She answered sadly, then looked back. " How? If you don't mind me asking," I said calmly as she patted the seat beside her, and I took it. " Well, I've lost my father to cancer like yours. But I wasn't there to say goodbye or anything because I was doing something else to distract myself, like having sex or doing drugs, until one day, I did something stupid–" she trailed off as I raised an eyebrow at her. " And that?" She waved her hand off at her " That's enough for now." she said simply, then slowly walked away from me.
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The Family Of The Haunted
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