Don't Walk Away

Chapter 20

-Molly's POV-

Carter left about ten minutes ago to go see Kaley. I walk into my room and pick out an outfit for today. I decide on a red flannel and a pair of black leggings. I put my hair up into a high ponytail and put on a little bit of makeup.

I walk out into the kitchen to get something to eat when I hear a knock at the door. Is it Ayden? Why is he back again? He just left like half an hour ago.

I open the door to see something I wouldn't expect. It's Zach and he's drunk out of his mind. His eyes are bloodshot and his breath reeks of alcohol.

"What are you doing here?" I ask with no expression on my face.

"You look beautiful." he slurs.

"Thank you." I simply reply.

"I miss you, Molly, I really do." Zach says, walking towards me.

"Do you?" I ask and he slowly nods his head. "Well then that's too bad, because you blew it." I tell him. Zach walks inside and I back away from him until I hit the wall behind me.

"What are you doing here?" I ask again, hoping to get a straight answer this time.

"I love you." Not the answer I was looking for. Zach traps me between him and the wall, pressing his body against mine.

Zach brings his hands up to the top of my flannel and begins to unbutton it.

"Stop." I push his hand away.

"Come on, Molly. Don't be like that." he says and brings both of his hands up to unbutton my shirt.

"Zach, stop." I say again, holding his hands down at his sides.

"Feisty." he leans down to try to kiss me, but I turn my head so he gets my cheek. He moves down to my neck.

"Zach." I say a bit louder. I try to move away from the wall but his body is pressed to mine. He breaks his hands free from my grip and tears my shirt open.

"Zach!" I yell. "Stop!" I push him off of me, but he grabs my hands and pulls me to him.

"Don't you fucking put your hands on me." he tells me.

"Let go of me." I say back to him. I try to pull my hands away but he ends up pushing me against the wall hard enough to knock the wind out of me and fall to the ground.

Zach pulls me up by my ponytail and I swing my arm to hit him in the face. I punch him in the nose and he steps back.

"You bitch!" he slaps me so that my head turns and my lip splits. "Slut!" he kicks me in the ribs while I'm down on the ground. He walks out of my house, slamming the door behind him.

I lie on the floor, curled up in a ball. I let the tears stream down my face.

Ayden.

I need to go see him, but I can't walk out like this. I've got a split lip and what feels like a broken rib or two. I look down at it to see that's purple and red.

I get up and take my flannel off. I find a sweatshirt and put it on, pulling the hood over my head.

It takes me a good fifteen minutes to walk down to Ayden's flat, but I manage to get there without anyone seeing me, hopefully.

I knock on the door and he opens it, holding a bottle in his hand. Ayden immediately drops the bottle when he sees me. The glass shatters and the liquid spills everywhere.

"What the fuck happened?" he pulls me inside and shuts the door.

"It doesn't matter who-"

"It does matter, Molly. Tell me who the fuck did this to you." he demands.