𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 | 𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰

𝟏 - 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐞𝐬

molly adams had been alone for the past three months.

of course, she wasn't alone alone, she was just left on her own for a while, and she didn't mind.

john always called to make sure she hadn't burned his house down, which was a little shocking, considering john constantine wasn't the worrying kind of guy.

she was able to make food for herself, and no, she didn't just eat junk food. she knew that she'd probably be dead if she had been eating nothing but chips and candy and drinking surgery soda.

she didn't make messes, she wasn't a liability. she knew she could've taken care of herself the past four (and a half) years if needed.

molly adams was the kind of girl everyone wanted as their own daughter, but she wasn't the child of anyone.

she told herself she was just too responsible to be a child, which, by the way, wasn't true. yes, she was somewhat responsible, but if you look at the situation from other angles, molly probably shouldn't have been left alone for so long.

she didn't have anyone to direct her attitude to, which drove her a little mad.

no one was there to hear her brilliant, probably cruel jokes.

she sang everyday to no one but the ghosts and demons lurking. lucky for them, her singing wasn't horrible.

she was alone. but not truely alone. it was almost like being in a room full of people and feeling alone, but in her situation, there were no people in the room.

she could've been with people if she wanted to be, but unfortunately, she didn't really know much more than the long journey to the small grocery store down the road.

she hadn't had much of a conversation with anyone face to face other than the nice lady at the counter of the store, and, if it could count, the creepy man that tried to follow her home.

long story short, he barely got out of the small gravel parking lot of the bar he was at.

so, in conclusion, the next person to come face to face with molly, would probably get a lot of witty jokes and sarcasm.

and lucky her, the front door had just opened.

wait.

she jumped up.

the front door had just opened.

so much for a normal afternoon.

it had kept her up at night, the thought of someone breaking in because the huge, secluded mansion looked empty with just one person living in it.

so she had decided one night at 2 am to arm every room and make sure there was a weapon of some sort within reaching distance.

she crept out of the living room, grabbing the bat she had decided to place up against the back of the couch.

twisting the wooden weapon between her fingers, she lifted it over her shoulder, hearing murmuring from the foyer.

it would've been a pathetic sight to see, a hardly over five foot teenager planning to attack someone, or someones that had just walked into the house.

muting her internal monologue and doubt, she went to swing at one of the intruders, which, just to clarify, she hadn't gotten a clear look at.

but, before she could even fully swing the bat, she was stopped.

"molly!" just the sound of her name in that tone made it sound like she was about to be lectured.

she froze.