Ugly

Chapter Two

Hey babe, meet me at Starbucks in 10, need 2 tlk, love ya, Tim.

 "Oh, for fuck sake, what has he done this time," I said. I grabbed Mollie's phone before she could protest and swiped through her older text messages with Tim.

Hey babe, I can't come to that party with you. Busy. K tlk later, love ya, Tim.

Hey babe, I'm sick. Can't go on a date. Sorry again. Love Tim.

"God he is making me sick," I said. "Mollie can't you see he is using you. You need to get rid of the asshole."

"That's what he wants to talk about. He - He - " Mollie broke off, sobbing.

"I'm going with you," I said.

"What. No! You can't. Please Charlotte, just. Just leave it," Mollie said deflated.

"Babe you have started cutting again. Tim is treating you like shit and he is upsetting you. I'm not going to let him hurt you physically or verbally. I don't give a shit if he hits me, but he isn't going to lay a hand on you. Do you understand?

Mollie just nodded, not looking me in the face. I knew she was pissed at me but she'd thank me for this later.

"Come on Mollie, we've still gotta get these dresses before we go meet Tim," I said helping her off the floor.