The Junes | Liam Gallagher ° OASIS

CHAPTER FIFTY TWO: THREE BECOMES ONE

"My- my sister is gone, she's fuckin' gone." Molly pushed her head between her knees, sobbing as she admitted the unspeakable.

"No- no she can't be." Amara breathed out, her eyes tearing up. She held her hand against her mouth as she leaned against the all.

"It's all my fault.. it's all my fault." The blonde repeated heavily, rocking herself back and forth. "For fuck sake, why'd we have to go to that party? That stupid fucking party!"

"Molly don't blame yourself-"

"She died in a fuckin' car accident! Lookin' for us!" Molly shouted, lifting her head up and glaring at the woman, "Now- now I've gotta live my life surrounded by a bunch of crazy people, who call themselves doctors and act like they wanna help me and my problems."

"The doctors only want what's best for you, Mol. And so do I."

"Then- then come with me."

Amara stopped leaning against the wall, slowly lifting herself up and looked at her confusedly. "What?"

"You- you can come with me." Molly stood up and walked towards her, her eyes full of desperation. "We can go together. The lass told me all about it.  They're- they can be secluded and shit like that- whateva' that means. And-"

"Molly I-I can't." Amara shook her bead, hand subconsciously holding her stomach. "There's no way-"

She scoffed loudly, biting her bottom lip and looking at the wall. Then her eyes slowly made contact with Amara again, "Are you bein' serious? You can't be.."

"Molly, I love you, but-"

"No you don't, you-" She stumbled for words, running her hand through her hair and stepped back. The woman was distraught, she felt like the whole world was against her and she couldn't process it for even a second. "-you selfish twat!"

"Excuse me?"

"It's probably dead anyway so what's the point! Another one to add to the list!" Her wide eyes were dark yet teary as she frantically paced around the room.

Amara stared at the woman in disbelief.

"How dare you.."

"Oh, how dare I? Sorry, Ms perfect."

"Yes, how fuckin' dare you! It was no thanks to your drugs!" The brunette yelled back, pointing her finger at her.

"Says the one who asked for them!"

"I didn't bloody ask for them! Don't blame me for your addiction!"

"I will blame you! I fuckin' will!" Molly exclaimed, scratching the back of her neck as she stepped closer to Amara, "You knew I needed help, everyone bloody did! Even the media knew before anyone else did. But no, only until Amara fuckin' Watson is near death is when people pay attention to me! It was always about you. The Junes was always you, never us."

Amara started tearing up again, hearing how broken Molly was and realising how stupid she had been for not picking up on the signs again. "That's- It's not-"

"It's not what? The truth?" Molly mocked, tilting her head. "You know damn right it is. So well done. Three becomes one in the end."

"The end? This can't be it, Molly." She shook her head, hands trembling as she clutched her arm close to her body.

The blonde sniffled and inhaled sharply, "I'm not.. I'm not doin' this anymore. Hell, maybe rehab will be fuckin' better than any of the shit I've been through these past ten years. And The Junes? That shit is just a story now."