A Good Day to Remember (unedited)

Chapter Six - November 10th, 2018 - Sebastien

Mollie's always had this issue where she compares herself to other people. She really did it when I broke up with her. She felt like I was comparing her to Julia.

She's so much better than Julia.

Julia was mentally abusive and a control freak. She was also very high-maintenance and it was too much for me. I can't believe that I gave her a second chance and refused to give Mollie one, at first. I can't believe I was that much of an idiot.

Mollie needs to stop comparing herself to other people because she is so much better than most people. She is a great person.

Today's a jazz band concert, and Jasper, Jordan, and I were asked to return to play trumpet because they don't have enough trumpets. And then Blake's the percussionist, so he's required to go. Mollie's going, but just to support the rest of us. Also probably to piss off Liszt.

She does a lot of things to piss off Liszt. I'm honestly surprised he hasn't written her up or anything. Especially after her stunt at the Homecoming game.

I don't know where she is right now; she's not responding to texts. She never not responds to texts, so this is weird. I wonder if her dad took her phone.

I don't know why he would have, though.

"We have four hours to kill. Who wants to go get food?" Jasper wonders. We're currently at Blake's house, at a Dreams of the Dead meeting. I can't believe Mollie's skipping a Dreams of the Dead meeting. She never would do that. She'd never miss anything music-related.

"Where the hell is Mollie?" I guess Blake and I were thinking the same thing. "Sebastien, where the fuck is your girlfriend?"

"I have no idea. She's not texting me back." I shrug, sighing. "Wanna go get food and stop by Mollie's to see if she wants to come with us?"

"Sure."

And we all pile into Jasper's tiny-ass car. Thankfully, there are five seats so we have space to pick up Mollie, if she can or wants to go.

When we get to Mollie's house, the Buick's gone, which means that Mr. Fields isn't home, probably, which means it's safe to go in, I think.

We all go up and Blake knocks on the front door.

Beth, Mr. Fields' fiance, opens the door and lets out a big sigh. Which means something is wrong, probably. That's usually what big sighs mean.

Unless it's Mollie. Mollie always lets out big sighs for no reason.

"Hey, it's a bad day for Mollie. She had a really bad night." She says. "She's up in her room; I'd be careful if I were you." Beth sounds exhausted.

Fuck. It's a bad day. But Beth didn't elaborate, so I don't know what's going on. I don't know if she's done anything or someone did something.

I'm the first one to Mollie's room, but I knock on the door, just in case something really bad happened, which I hope didn't.

A teary-eyed Mollie opens the door a few moments later. She's in sweats and a muscle tank; there's absolutely no color to what she's wearing. However, her hair is done nicely, probably in preparation for tonight, and her phone's in her hand. I wonder if she's ignoring me.

"Oh, shit." That slips out of my mouth before I can stop myself.

Mollie looks like a mess. I can't help myself.

"You shouldn't be-- did Beth let you in?" She wonders, running her fingers through her hair. "Why would Beth let-- my Dad-- fuck." And she bursts into tears, burying her face in my chest. "My dad found out about us and he gave me a five-hour lecture last night."