love, hurt and hate * one direction

Part Two

Dear friend,

We're in England. We just arrived. Mum is putting the last few boxes away and dad is on the roof drinking. My brother was coming around at two, so mum told me that I should stay to catch up with him. I say I'd be back at one thirty to help cook lunch.

I took my skateboard and rode to the park I saw on my way here. It was only ten in the morning. The skatepark itself was connected to the park so I go towards there. A small amount of boys were leaning up against the wall drinking and some on the ground passed out.

I really didn't imagine anything to be like this. I go sat by myself, using the small amount of godness I had left from Will. The boys were watching me. They all seemed around my age, but maybe a year older.

"Where'd you get that?" one of them asked. They were a few steps away from me now. I backed against the wall, pretty much scared of men since Riley. "We'll share the booze in return for some of that."

I look at the five boys, one holding out the long glass bottle. You see, this is how I met my old friends. We traded expensive wine I stole for some pot or whatever. So I trade.

The wine tasted foul, and I tell them I could get them a lot more better things than this. They ask me my name. "Molly." I say.

They're all the same age as me except a guy called Harry who was 20 and Louis who was 22. The rest of us are 21 or turning 21.

And dearest friend whom I am writing to, I am sorry for all the times I did drugs and got drunk and made the wrong choices. And I am sorry I talked to these boys because it was the best thing that happened to me, but the worst thing that happened to you.

Love, Molly.