A dream hidden behind a sweat shirt

Chapter thirty five

*Mollys perspective*

I laid there gasping for air. Tears streamed down my face. My muscles where now sore. My stomach clamping up from my period. My feet hurt and I had no pads or anything. I braced myself against the barn and with one shaky leg began to lift myself up. Then finally I got two legs up so I was standing with help of the barn to stabilize me. I gently pushed off the wall and my knees wobbled and then collapsed making me fall. I tried again and failed. My legs hurt so bad.

I laid there and started crying. My shoulders shook and my body felt so weak.

"Who are you?"

A rough voice that sounded like it had way to many cigarettes said.

"M-Molly." I stuttered out. It was a lot of work to get my voice to work because I hadn't talked in a while. I cleared my voice and wiped my eyes.

"Why are you here?"

"Um I um I am running..." I looked away

"Do your parents know?"

"Parent..."

"What?"

"I said parent... It's a difficult story and no she doesn't she is in the hospital..."

"Why?"

"Um... My dad beat us.." My voice cracked and tears streamed down my face as I looked up at the old man. He wore tattered blue jeans and a plaid shirt. Dirt was smeared all over him but his eyes held concern.

"Oh I'm sorry. Come inside with me girl we shall get you cleaned up and you may expand on your story so that we may know you better."

I tried to stand up and failed miserably. I looked up at the guy tears starting to fill my eyes. He yelled bruce and a muscular guy came in. He looked to be about thirty with black hair. A Italian look to him with tan skin.

"Yes pa?"

"Help this girl into the house."

"No no no sir I can do it."

I started to stand up and walked towards him the pain in my legs killing me. Bruce looked at me confused.

I walked and followed the man. He walked down this never ending trail with dirt scuffing up his black combat boots. Wheat fields sourrounded us and the morning sky was a bright baby blue and the morning air smelled like rain. We came up to a cream house with the paint peeling a bit at the sides.

He hesitated at the door then went in.

"Mary..." A little old woman looked up from whatever she was baking. She had grey hair pulled back into a big bun and an apron over her lilac purple dress dotted with white. Her eyes fell on me and she looked back at what I'm assuming was her husband. her eyes wrinkled in confusion causing more wrinkles on her drooped face.

"Get Cassidy." Was all he said and she nodded and scurried off down the hall.

He held out his hand "my name is Gregory. You can call me Greg." He smiled a small smile and I took his rough and cracked hand.

Mary came back with a young girl in twentys maybe. She had blonde hair down to the bottom of her back with bright blue eyes. She had tan skin and a big smile on her face. Then her eyes fell on me and it instantly dropped. I looked away. Was I ugly?

"This is Molly. She will be joining us for a while." Greg said. I looked up at him and mouthed thank you.