A dream hidden behind a sweat shirt

Chapter twenty eight

*kylers Molly's brothers prospective*

"Do you want me to call my brother gabe? he could help us a lot actually he his a FBI agent." I smiled at the thought of my brother being so grown up even though he was older than me. I flipped my hair and immediately looked to jasper. I hadn't seen him in forever. as kids we hung out a lot we were like brothers but once the wreck happened, he forgot about Molly and moved, they had been dating and loved each other so much. It was heart wrenching to see what it did to Molly. Then she came out with her secret. It shocked all of us, and I wanted to kill him with my bare hands.

Jasper was so funny as I remember now he had his eyebrows furrowed his jaw clenching and his knuckles where white from holding onto the stearing wheel to tight. I smiled at how grown up he is. seventeen and still looks like the boy I grew up with. then I remembered my (like) step sister molly. I protected her like a sister. When she would make snappy comments id always laugh. That part of her was always there. I never imagined that the father that she has only had molested her everyday for seven years. It was riduclous. She always had blonde hair. It seemed to flow naturally I hadn't seen her in a while. But I got school pictures and she had grown into her body now devolving curves and beauty. She had dyed her hair a brownish red. She got her braces off and her smile was always plastered on her face when she was around our family. It seemed like nothing could wipe it off. My sister had claimed of knowing of the incident happining behind locked doors with her father but she never spoke of it. The thing with Molly is that she's always had a hard life. When her mom found out she was pregnant with her, Molly's biological father got his rights taken away and left. Her mom supported her working long hours and her grandma practically raised her. In fith grade we moved to the school she was at. We basically took her in as family. Her and Dom talked constantly. Being of no blood relation I remember her having a crush on me. I was uncertain of my feelings and just brushed her off. It hurt her so she never liked me again. In seventh grade she moved. I hadn't seen her much after that. I knew she had cut. She had tried to hide it by saying her cat clawed her but I knew better. Along with Dominique who cried days on end because her sister was cutting. She must of thought it helped with stress but finally got out of that stage and only had scars to prove the battle she had faught. Later in seventh grade she had came out with her deep secret that her step father had been molesting her. The world treated her diffrent like a china doll that would break down and cry at any moment. The moment I heard my brother instincts kicked in and I was super protective. He went to jail and now I'm eighteen and she is seventeen and he has her who knows where. Dom broke my thoughts

"Kyler!"

"Huh?"

"Jasper was talking to you!"

"What?" I flipped my head over to jasper letting my hair follow. Man I needed it trimmed.

"Where do I turn?"

"There's his house now. Let me call gabe park here." He slowed the truck down and I got on my phone and called gabe.

"Hello? Gabe?"

"Yeah I need you over to Lynn's house."

"He has Molly."

With that I hung up the phone and waited for my brother to get here.