Let Go (Wattys 2017)

Chapter Three-I promise

I woke up in a hazzy blur in the back seat of a car. I blinked my eyes multiple times trying to process what happened. "Molly? Molly are you awake?" I heard a male voice ask. I shuttered as he called my name but groaned in reply.

I slowly sat up from my place in the back seat to find purple eyes on the drivers side. Fuck shit.

"How's your arm?"

I felt my eyebrow raise as I turned towards the door and pulled up my sleeve. It was wrapped in a fresh bandage and carried a strong scent of peroxide. My heart began to beat faster as I raised my left arm where I had engraved my fault into my arm and saw it as the same.

He saw them! Oh fuck, he saw them! I grabbed the door handle furiously pulling on it. It didn't open the bastard had me on child lock. "Where are you taking me?" I asked the urgency present in my voice. He gave me a stern look through the front mirror. Making me tense under his gaze. "I'm taking you home."

Within a second we were pulling into my driveway. My mouth gapped open, how'd he know where I live? I watched him get out the car opening the door for me. When the door opened I just froze in shock.

He smirked at me running a hand through his hair, "Not ready to leave me yet?"

I frowned scooting out of the seat with my backpack. He didn't move so I stood close in front of him, so close that my nose could touch the top of his chest. "Don't do it anymore, Molly. Please. It's not worth it." He pushed my hair away from my face before getting back in the car.

I stood there for a minute hearing the car start up before running to his window. The window rolled down with ease as he looked at me a worried look setting in on his face. "Don-" I started.

"I won't tell. But Molly if you need me all you have to do is call. And I mean that literally."

I nodded watching him pull off. But he didn't go down the road like I expected him to. He went right next door waving at me as he went in the house. I mentally slapped myself.

Hell no. I stomped inside the house before making my steps into a quiet tap. I paused by the kitchen where my mom and dad's voice could be heard inside.

"You should see the way she looks at me now Jason. It's like I'm not even her mother anymore. I should have been there." My mother cried a few sniffles coming from her. I rolled my eyes but didn't say a word, just kept listening.

"Emma this is not your fault. You didn't do anything to Molly. She was out of control and she had to face the consequences." I shuttered feeling my hands twitch at my sides. I took off upstairs running into Tim's chest making me fall.

I landed on my ass with a thud. "Molly." I looked up finding Lola wrapped in Tim's arms. She stared at me and offered a small smile. I just stared at her like an asshole. Her smile eventually fell and she pulled away from Tim her head hanging low as she walked down the stairs. Soon we heard the door close.

My stomach was knotted up tight and tears threatened my eyes. Tim looked at me an angry look on his face, yet he spoke no words. Only stepped over me like I was worthless trash. I got that painful feeling in my heart. My own neither doesn't care about me.

I bit the inside of my mouth before dusting myself off and walking into my room. My backpack landed on the floor with a thud as I roamed through it.

Where is it! Where's my razor! Tears rolled down my cheeks. I lost it, I swear I put it back in my backpack before-

I ran out the room nearly trampling Dad. "Molly where are you going!" He called behind me. I ignored him jumping the little fence that separated my house from purple eyes.

My fist landed hard against the door. The door flung open revealing purple eyes in a towel his bare chest wet and his hair dripping. The wind blew sending a gust of cold air in our direction. The bastard didn't even shiver. "Wassup?" He asked his eyes turning innocent.

"Give it back." I said balling my hands into a fist. "What are you talking about?" He asked averting eye contact with me. I was two point three seconds away from busting his balls.

"You know exactly what the fuck I'm talking about now give me my fucking razor!" I screamed.

"For what? So you can cut yourself!" He raged. I felt guilt tug at my heart as my eyes dropped to the floor.

He scoffed at me, "Why?" He breathed. I could hear the sad disappointment in his words. What he didn't understand was that cutting like any other addiction, quiting doesn't come easy. Especially when everyday a reason pops up causing me to shake and here he was telling me to stop. Oh hell no.

"Listen Purple Eyes it's not that easy! And, why I do it is none of your fucking business!"

"Well it is my business when, Wait. Did you just call me purple eyes?" He asked. My breath hitched in my throat. Instincts told me to kick him the nuts and take off running. I had to really restrain myself, like really hard. He sighed leaning against the door, "My names Adam."

"I don't give a fuck what your name is! Give me my razor!" I screamed. A cocky grin spread on his face, he leaned down close to my ear. So close I could feel the heat tapping against my ear and feel his breath tickling the hairs on my neck. "No."

I kicked him where it counts. I held it back as long as I could putting all my anger into that leg and I'm sure he felt that. He rolled on the ground his towel slightly lifted. He heaved deep breaths through his nose. "Fine!" I threw my hands up in the air stomping angrily away. Then a smile broke on my face I forgot about the extra one I kept in my pocket I reached in cutting my finger on the sharp edge.

I was halfway to the gate when a hand grabbed my arm. I turned to see Adam he placed his other hand on my shoulder making shutter.

"Please don't." He whispered. He reached in my pocket pulling out the razor. I felt my jaw drop in shock.

"How-How'd you know." I stuttered as he fixed his gaze on me. I looked into those purple eyes as he gave me a gentle smile.
It was just something about him that made you think calm and beautiful smile, yet his eyes told a different story. They held understanding and a tinge of sadness.

"I know." He said, I raised my eyebrow up at him.

"I know something happened to you but please don't. Don't do this to yourself. Because the day you decide to go a little farther than cutting will be the day you give up. Please Molly Don't give up on me. Promise me." He said.

I felt my body shake and my hand twitch as emotions began to spill from me. He wrapped his arms around me, " Let go of me." I said squirming in his arms I don't need him, I don't need anyone. Tears began fill my eyes. "Let it go."

Then I screamed. I screamed a horrific scream of sadness and anger before falling to the ground in broken sobs. He fell with me. "Promise me Molly." He whispered.

I gripped his shirt as he let me cry into him. "I promise."