The Family Of The Haunted

Chapter 15, Soulless Sam

~ Molly POV~

Polly is catching me up on things I've missed while I was gone for two weeks, and yet I hardly remember anything when I was gone, so I am searching through my room for something that will help me remember before I was kidnapped. A frustrated sigh left my lips as I flopped on the bed with a groan and sat up when I heard voices coming from downstairs and went downstairs to see two guys. Polly was talking to them, and then she made eye contact with me as the guys followed her eyes to me. I shyly waved at them and said, " Hello." The short one stared at me with widened eyes. " H-hey, It's me, Dean." he gently tells her before he takes one step towards me as I step up the stairs to be taller than him. "Yeah, I kinda remember you..." Polly stepped in between us. " And that's his brother Sam." She added as I looked over at him and nodded, then looked back at Dean.

" What are they doing here?" I whispered, asked her as she gave me an apology, smiled, and chuckled a little bit, " We need help with you and everything else that has happened here also; we have a deadline, too." She responded. I met eyeball-to-eyeball with Dean as I got lost in his hazel eyes until I looked away quickly. " What's the deadline?" I want to know as she stands facing me. " It's prom because we gotta fix all this before then," I purse my lips together and cross my arms, " Really? Prom." She waved her hands, then looked between us, " Yes, prom. I would rather not deal with something supernatural, so don't judge me." She released. I shook my head in shame at her as I put my hand on my hip, " You cannot tell me when I can judge because I am judging you for probably rushing us to find a good plan to help our brothers and Dad, also everyone else that could be dangerous if we fucking rush this." I made it known to her.

She laughs and turns the corner of her mouth upside down, " You're right; I cared more about the prom than this mess-up family I was born to." She snarled as I scoffed and glared. " You don't know the sacrifice Mom and Dad made for you–and us. " I made clear to her as she shakily looked away. " If you want to rush this, then fine-don't bring me down with you," I stomp upstairs as Dean went after her.

I made it to my room when Dean stopped me with concern, " Wanna explain to me what's gonna with you and your sister?" he sought the answer, too. I exhaled a sigh and rested my head against the door. " She just doesn't know the rest of the story when Mom was sick with Cancer and the scarcities that they've made in the past," I turned to face him and rested my back against the door. " And those scarcities are?" He raised the question as I looked at the wall with a picture of me, Mark, Jack, and Polly.

" They would get extra jobs to do things for us like go on school trips or even risk bringing us into their careers when Mark was older enough to watch us, " I started as I slid down to the floor, and he sat across from me. " They let their happiness become ours. So we wouldn't know the pain my mother was going through, but she was a fighter who sought to win the battle. " I look down at my hands and play with my fingers, " I miss her so damn much because everything was better when she was alive. " I took a deep, shaky breath before I continued. " She was the only mother figure that I look up to, and now that she is gone–I can't have the bond with Dad because I remind him of her." She rasponed out as sniffles.

" Mol, I know the feeling of losing a partner." I glanced at him with glossy eyes and tears wanting to come down my cheeks as I took another shaky breath. " It's hard to figure out stuff without her because I don't know if I am doing it okay or not. She was the best remold that ever could ask to be my mother. Even though she is gone.." She trailed off. Dean reached for her hand and locked his fingers with hers. " Don't push yourself about talking of her." She cracked a smile and leaned her head to the door, so she was looking up at the ceiling above them. " Everything reminds me of her, and I hate seeing my dad give me that disgusted look! It doesn't matter how much I showed him that–I fucking matter too...." Her head fell on his shoulder, and she let out a sob that escaped her lips.