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MOLLY DIDN'T STOP UNTIL SHE REACHED HOME, panting from exertion as she slammed the front door shut and locked it. As if that would be enough to stop anything following her. Although, she got the impression that her dearest father decided not to pursue her. He didn't need to - having already spooked her enough.
Vivian rounded the corner at the sound of her arrival, carting her perpetual newborn in her arms. She furrowed her brows at Molly's dishevelled state, taking a step towards her.
"Are you okay?" She questioned, and those three words were enough to break the woman down. Molly covered her mouth with the back of her hand, shaking her head as tears began to leak from her eyes.
"No, I'm not," she mumbled, voice thick with unshed emotion.
"Ben, take the baby," she called, even though she had no intentions of seeing her husband any time soon. He appeared quickly none the less, lifting his son into his own arms and cooing as he walked off.
"Come on, honey," Vivian held her hand out, placing it on her shoulder and leading her towards the living room where they could sit on the couch and talk. Molly took a second to calm herself, tucking her hands into her armpits and trying to control her soft whimpers.
"I'm sorry," she said finally, wiping the stray tears away with her fingertips and sniffing loudly.
"It's okay," Vivian hummed. "Talk to me, what's going on?"
"It's my dad," she murmured, sniffling. The words felt foreign from her mouth.
"Your dad as in... the Heavenly Father, right?" She confirmed, nodding when Molly hummed in agreement.
"He just... sent me some kind of message," Molly frowned as she remembered the incident. Just when she had felt she was at a stable point in her life, she was completely thrown off course.
"Saying?" Vivian pushed.
"That I have to kill him."
"Oh," Vivian's mouth formed an 'O' shape, realising now what was going on. "And you... don't want to?"
"He's my friend, Vivian," she revealed, her voice sounding somewhat broken, but sure of herself. "I can't kill him."
"Look," she began, keeping her voice soft to avoid frightening her away. "Whatever you think Michael is - he isn't. He's cunning, and malicious and just evil. The devil hid him beneath the guise of a blue eyed teenage boy but he is not what he appears. I'm his mother, I would know."
