Blood Stained Sweaters

Molly

Of all the annoying and assholey things he could have done! He made out with one of the school sluts! Next he'll be dating the cheerleader and buying condoms at CVS! God I cannot believe I was so stupid! And he thinks he's going to take me to school tomorrow. HA! I think not! The only thing he is taking from my house is his trashy little behind outta here. Why did he kiss her? She had nothing going for her. Honestly, she was just gross. She had her boobs dangling out of her top. She was uncovered enough to spread STDs. Ugh! And he's still here! Why?
"Molly?" There's a light tapping on my door. I throw it open.
"What?" I growl and Dax steps back a little, chewing on his lip ring. Don't be attractive now...I'm trying to be mad at you.
"Your dad said I'm taking you to school. I guess I'll go home. Good night. And I'm sorry for whatever I did to upset you." He gives me a small smile, but it seems forced. I'm not forgiving him yet.
"It'll take more than that, Dax." I say and shut my door. It hurts me having to do that, but if I had stayed any longer, I would've started crying.
His footsteps slowly go down the hall and to the stairs. With each tap of his shoe on the floor, my heart sinks a little. Well, cue in the tears. I do my usual routine. Sleeve up, razor across, rinse off, repeat. I don't even care to check the computer this time. By the time I'm done, my entire forearms, left and right, are covered in long gashes. I sigh and bandage them up. Better for another day. I hear my dad pull in and talk to Dax for a moment, then head upstairs. I quickly throw on my jacket and sit on my bed, playing with the zipper. My door slowly opens and my father comes in.
"Molly..."
"I know, I know. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you, I just needed some time to myself. I fell asleep and when I woke up Dax found me."
"I know that's not the full story. When Dax found you, he said you looked like you'd been crying. I know it was over Dax and that girl." He walks over and sits next to me on the bed. "Let me tell you one thing about most teen boys. Their hormones are so out of whack that they don't know what they're doing until they're done. And now I am going to tell you about Dax. That boy, he stopped himself. He stopped from going far with that girl because he was worried about you and he drove away because he ain't like most teen boys. And I know that deep down, you know that too. And I know that you do have some feelings for him." Tears quietly slide down my cheeks and I nod.
"I just..." I pause, sniffling. "They kissed and I figured he wanted it and he told me they did. I just don't know Dad..."
"Well kiddo," he places a hand on my back, "just breathe and get through today and I think you'll be fine." He gets up and as he walks through the door, he smiles. "Good night."  I say the same to him and change into a pair of spandex and a tank top and take off my bandages, soon falling into a restless sleep.
Tick
Tick
"What the hell? I have a digital clock."
Tick
Tick
The window. I walk to it and open it up, earning me a light blue, smoothed pebble to the forehead.
"Sorry..." I hear Dax's sweet, sweet voice.
"Whatever. What do you want?"
"Come here."
"Dax, it's two in the morning." 2:13 to be exact.
"And now you're gonna get your lazy butt up at two in the morning and come here."
"Ughhhh." I groan and close the window. I walk out the door of my bedroom and sneak out of the house, avoiding creaky boards. I slowly walk out the house to see Dax. With a guitar. "What do you want, Dax?" I try to sound as angry as possible, because deep down it all still hurts.
"I want you to sit and listen." He sits on the ground in front of a lawn chair that magically appeared, holding his guitar. "Well?"
I huff and sit, then, realizing I'm not wearing a jacket, cross my arms so he can't see the damage. He starts playing a song I don't know, and then he starts singing.

You and I,
We're like fireworks and symphonies exploding in the sky.
With you, I'm alive
Like all the missing pieces of my heart, they finally collide.

So stop time right here in the moonlight,
Cause I don't ever wanna close my eyes.

He pauses his singing and looks at me.

Without you, I feel broke.
Like I'm half of a whole.
Without you, I've got no hand to hold.
Without you, I feel torn.
Like a sail in a storm.
Without you, I'm just a sad song.
I'm just a sad song.

Well, here are those tears that keep trying to fall. They aren't really trying anymore.

With you I fall.
It's like I'm leaving all my past in silhouettes up on the wall.
With you I'm a beautiful mess.
It's like we're standing hand in hand with all our fears up on the edge.

So stop time right here in the moonlight,
Cause I don't ever wanna close my eyes.

Without you, I feel broke.
Like I'm half of a whole.
Without you, I've got no hand to hold.
Without you, I feel torn.
Like a sail in a storm.
Without you, I'm just a sad song.

You're the perfect melody,
The only harmony
I wanna hear.
You're my favorite part of me,
With you standing next to me,
I've got nothing to fear.

Without you, I feel broke.
Like I'm half of a whole.
Without you, I've got no hand to hold.
Without you, I feel torn.
Like a sail in a storm.
Without you, I'm just a sad song.

Without you, I feel broke.
Like I'm half of a whole.
Without you, I've got no hand to hold.
Without you, I feel torn.
Like a sail in a storm.
Without you, I'm just a sad song.
I'm just a sad song.

Tears stream down my cheeks as he finishes.
"Molly, nothing with that girl meant anything. I just...I gave in for a minute and honestly was grossed out." He pauses. "Why does it bother you so much anyway?" Shit....
"Because, Dax." I pause, trying to think of any reason but the actual one. "She isn't good for you. She's just one of the school sluts. You deserve better than that."
"He's a keeper!" My dad whispers very loudly from his window.
"Dad, you know you aren't quiet, right?"
"Yep! Hey, Dax, the couch is open. Oh, and you should come on a fishing trip with us this weekend. Just the three of us. On a boat."
"Okay Dad, we get it. Good night." I'm still crying, but the tears are dwindling. Dax stands up and holds his arm out, but I refuse to uncross mine until I stand up and he wraps me into a hug. I curl my arms around him and squeeze him as much as the pain will allow. He sets his guitar down in the lawn chair and suddenly picks me up. I move my arms and wrap them around his neck, which is covered by a blue hoodie. I smile and let him carry me to...the living room? He sets me down on the couch.
"Okay, Princess, I need blankets." I laugh and grab him some from the closet, throwing them at his face.
"Thank you, Dax." I say, sitting on the edge of the couch and looking at the floor.
"For what?" He turns to me, still cloaked in three different blankets.
"For not just giving up and leaving. I mean, you don't know the worst of me, but I'm glad you haven't left yet." I say quietly. I would cry, but I think I'm out of tears. Instead I just feel that slight squeezing in my chest.
"Molly. Look at me." I move my eyes up to meet his bruised face, but they meet with his eyes instead. Those sea green, piercing eyes that send a feeling to my gut that I can't quite explain. Those eyes that make everything better and everything fall apart in one moment. Those eyes that can see right through me. "I am never going to leave you. I don't know who did, and I don't know why, but I will not be one of those people. I'm gonna stick by you forever, no matter if you want me to or not. Okay?" His eyes are slightly brighter.
"Good. I hope that's true." I smile. As he lays down on the pull out couch, I walk over and lay down too.
"What are you doing?"
"Going to bed. Good night Dax."
"Good night, Princess." He says and drapes the blanket over me, his arm wrapping around me and pulling me close.
That's it. I am one hundred percent falling in love with Dax Mayer.