Molly's POV
"I DON'T LOVE YOU YOANDRI CABRERA! I NEVER HAVE AND I NEVER WILL!" I scream and run out of the restaurant as fast as my legs can.
Once I reach outside, I am welcomed by pouring rain. I breathe heavily, letting it rain on me. I look both ways of the sidewalk and just starting running again. I have no idea where I was going but I had to get out of here.
I ran and ran.
"Tell me Molly! That you don't love me! That you don't feel anything for me! Tell me! And I won't bother you anymore. All we would do is go on stupid fake dates to impress my parents and my uncle and everyone that believes we are a thing! Tell me!"
I repeat his words over and over again. He forced me to say I didn't love him. Because I don't. Or do I?
I'm so fucking confused!
I've just opened up to him, and then minutes ago, we have just fought. This is too much.
I told him everything that has happened in my past. My parents. He comforted me by welcoming me into his arms. His warm arms. I felt safe in is arms, the way he held me, the way he whispered into my ears, sending millions of shivers down my spine. I love being in his lap, resting my head in his chest, listening to his heartbeat.
And then he asked me the question I've never expected for him to ask.
"I'm glad you're here with me. I'm glad you're here in my arms where you belong. Why can't you accept that?" he asked, looking at me
I look up at me, somewhat confused, "accept what?"
"That I want to be in your world. I want to be a part of your world. I want to be the person you run to when you feel down. I want to be the person you smile at when you see them. I want to be the person you shower with kisses. I want to be the person you trust. Most of all, I want to be the person you love. I want to be the person to treat you as if you were a princess, why can't you let me in? Into your world?" he explains, looking into my eyes.
The way he told me that he wants himself in my world where I am his and he is mine. I didn't think straight. I was confused, I didn't know what to say. All we were is a fake couple, nothing more. We act like we are in love, but we aren't. But does he really love me? And do I really love him?
It's just so... confusing. I can't tell what my heart wants. My mouth says no I don't love him, but my body, says otherwise.
No, I can't love him. The last person I've really loved was Jc. But he left me. Left me like a stranded cat looking for a home.
I said I didn't love him, but did I really mean that? I was mad and he forced me to and I wasn't thinking. Now we are just strangers, falling fakely in love.
I stop running, taking deep breaths. I sit on the edge of the sidewalk. I haven't noticed that I have been crying. I wipe the tears, wishing that it was yoandri wiping them for me.
"I'll always be here, Molly, remember that,"
I hear his voice in my head making me cry more for the hundredth time today. He is nothing, I thought. But a stranger I met at Starbucks. A stranger that healed my pain but then brought the pain back.
I quickly get my phone out and call Joel.
"Hello," I say, clearing my throat trying not to sound like I've been crying.
"Molly? You okay?" He asked, concerned in his voice.
"yeah yeah, I just need you to pick me up from work," I say.
"I thought you had a ri-"
"just pick me up Joel," I basically pleaded.
"alright, I'll be right there," he says before hanging up.
I walk back to the front of the restaurant, I noticed Yoandri's car not parked like it always is. So he probably left. Good because I don't have the time to confront him again.
I see Joel's car in the distance, he stops his car, signally to come in. I open the passenger seat and sit down, not minding to put my seatbelt on.
"You look tired," he says, once he starts his car again.
"I am," I lie. I put my head back so my head is resting on the seat.
"When do you get your weekly payment?" he asked.
"Joel..." I say, "I really don't want to talk right now. I'm very tired and just want to sleep,"
He looks at me then nods and stays quiet for the rest of the ride.
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"Don't peek," he says, while he is behind me, his both hands covering my eyes.
"Just a tiny bit?" I smile.
"Nope, not at all," he says, "that's why it's called a surprise,"
"I don't like surprises, Jc, and you know that," I chuckle.
It was my 15th birthday, and Jc has been making me walk for a while now. He wouldn't let me see anything, I don't even know where I am or where I am going.
"We are almost there, baby," he says.
I sigh, stretching my arms in front of me just in case I don't bump into something.
He stops, "we're here," he whispers into my ear.
He slowly takes his hands out of my face, and I open my eyes.
I gasp from the view in front of me. I was on top of a roof. Straight ahead of me was a small square table, with petals of roses splattering everywhere. Plates in each side of the table, and a bottle of wine in the middle.
I smile, and I feel his arms wrap around my waist from behind, "this is all for you, my love,"
I quickly turn around and peck his lips, my arms hooked on the back of his neck, "you didn't have to," I say.
"But I wanted to," he kisses me, "now let's take a seat, shall we?"
He takes my hands into his and brings me to the table. He pulls the chair out for me to sit in, and I gladly take a seat.
I take a moment to take in the view. It was beautiful, here in Miami. The sky was stunning, the view was just amazing. It was that time for the sunset.
Jc takes a seat across from me, "wine?" He takes the wine and pops it open, he doesn't wait for my answer he pours it into my glass then his.
I take the glass about to drink it but then he stops me, "wait," he takes his glass and rises it up high, "cheers to my beloved girlfriend who is now 15. I have no idea how I got so lucky to have you here with me. But I'm blessed to be here with you, to spend each and everyday of my life with you. I love you." He rises it up once more and clang our glass together.
"I love you," I say back and take the drink.
If only I knew that that will be our last time together, I would have devour our moment.
If only I knew that his words were just plain lies that I believed, I would have never ever been broken like I am today.
Because, he, is one of the many reasons why I shut people out of my life.
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