Breaking point

Traitor

➳ Molly's POV ➳
I emerged from the bathroom, Keegan was sitting on the edge of his bed, slight tear stains on his cheeks.

"You ok?" I asked tentatively, sitting down next to him and stuffing my hands into the hoodie pocket.

He nodded, wiping his eyes, he swung his legs around laid down. My stomach churned, I couldn't tell why but I had a bad feeling about this. Reluctantly, I laid down next to him, staring at the ceiling and saying nothing.

Keegan moved his arm around my shoulders, I didn't move at all. I felt sick, not a clue why but I did, I was a little nascence honestly.

I shifted tensely, trying to relax. I could hear his even breaths but it was somehow unsettling.

After awhile, he seemed to be asleep, I glanced around his football themed room. As I was peering around, I noticed a light out of the corner of my eye, his phone. Confused, I picked up his phone, who would text him at this hour.

The screen was illuminated with two things, a name and a message.

Weston:
Molly will probably figure it out unless she's really that insanely gullible.

I gawked at the screen, figure what out?

Swiping, I opened the conversation between them and scrolled back, reading through the texts. My eyes widened in alarm and betrayal with every sentence, that dirty traitor! He was playing me!

My jaw dropped before clenching in anger, what an asshole!

I slammed his phone down, more forcefully than intended and heard a slight cracking crunch noise. Flipping it over I realized if cracked his screen, but oh well, he deserved it.

Quickly, I wiggled out from under his arm, jogging down stairs to the laundry room and grabbing my dress from the dryer. It was stained and pretty much ruined, but technically it was clean and I refused to wear the clothes of someone as twisted and disgusting as Keegan.

I couldn't believe I'd thought he was any better or different than Wes. They were best friends! How could I have been so stupid?! I had to admit though, Keegan had been convincing; deceiving and under handed, yes, but very convincing.

Pulling on my dress, I left his sweats and hoodie in a pile and headed for the door, picking up my shoes on the way.

Taking a deep breath, I pulled the front door open and sat down on the porch.

I turned on my phone and dialed Cole, muttering to myself, "please pick up, please pick up."

And nothing. It went to voice mail, I hit end and tried again.

The phone rang, and rang... And rang. No answer.

I tapped his name again, ringing and more ringing. Pressing end again, I gave a frustrated sigh.

Once again I tapped his contact and put the phone to my ear, and it went to voice mail again. What was he doing?

☠ Cole's POV ☠
"I'm here to see Andre." I informed the heavy set woman sitting behind the visitors check in desk at the state jail.