Eyes Wide Shut

Chapter 24

“I can’t believe you,” I whisper and her face becomes weary and fearful. I get up from the couch and she snaps to grab my wris

“Frankie,” She says softly, her tone tugging at the strings of my heart

But I pull away and quickly shuffle towards the stairs, my eyes nearly on the verge of tears.

“Is everything okay?” I hear Rochelle ask to Mollie behind m

“I think you guys better go,” she replies, with obvious urgency behind her voice.

I pound my way up the stairs, the impact on my legs feeling somewhat relieving. Every bone in my body is tense with anger and my heart filled with disappointment. I pace around the room, nipping at my fingernails. All the points suddenly came together. The knock at the door. She went downstairs. There were strange sounds coming from below. Her frazzled look when she came back upstairs. The paparazzi pictures from that exact time... The rumors were true. She was leaving me. Going back to him. No. She can’t. Not now. Not ever. Anxiety is running through my veins; the thought of not having her sending me into a panic. I want to cry, but I can’t. No, she would never. But why would he have been here then? It doesn’t matter. I was past the point of rational thoughts

I continue to pace and stop when she appears in the doorway 

“What the hell is going on, Mollie?!” I yell at her.

Her mouth opens and her shoulders raise up, like she is about to say something, but no words come out. I shake my head and try to gather myself.

“Are you… are you going back to him?” My voice is soft, but stern.

She gives me a harsh stare. Her face in utter disbelief.

“No, Frankie! That’s ridic- ”

“Then why was he here?!”

She hangs her head, keeping her eyes away from mine and shakes her head. She wore a face I knew so well. She was disappointed in herself, but for what?

“What are you not telling me?!”

She’s still unresponsive.

“Mollie.” My voice is stern, demanding she speak up.

But she still doesn’t respond.

“So it’s true…”

“No–“

I throw my hands over my head and begin to pace again.

“You’re leaving me! Oh my go-”

“No, Frankie!”

“How did I not see-”

“Frankie, that’s not-

“What am I gunna-”

“He wanted money, okay!” She finally spits out. I stop my pacing and turn my head towards her. She is finally looking at me, her eyes communicating sincerity. Her breathing is heavy, as she looks out of breath

“What?” I say, in shock

“He came here…” she takes a breath,” because he needed money.”

“Why?

“I don’t know,” she replies, shaking her head, still ashamed of herself.

I can’t help but believe her. After all David had done to us, there was no way she could ever go back to him. Leave me? Possibly, but never to go back to him. I wanted to slap myself for even thinking that.