*mollys prospective*
"Hello?"
"Hello there." A smirk was planted on my lips. Excitement grew in my stomach. My heart pounded with anticipation.
"Who's this?" The person stuttered
"Molly."
"M-Molly?" They stuttered out.
"Yep."
"But how? Where are you?! Is this a joke?!" Panick rose in there voice.
"I'm at the hospital in clarkston."
"Why?"
"Because."
"Molly why?"
"Long story, come now." With that I hung up. I know I had been missing a while but it was still fun to mess with him. It got on his nerves like crazy.
I gave back the phone amusement written all over his face.
"Who was that?"
"A friend."
We waited in silence for him to come. Two minutes into waiting a doctor came out. The tall well built man stood up. Timothy stood up too.
"I need to talk to Mr. White." The blonde headed man dressed in a white coat said. Timothy sunk down in his chair.
I didn't understand how much pain he was in. I knew it was emotional pain... And that can hurt as much as physical.
The glass doors automatically slid open from the sensor noticing movement. I looked up to see a frantic friend and along with a mad one.
"Dom, kyler." I yelled out to them. What seemed like on cue they snapped there head in our direction. Dominique eyes immediately glossed over as she ran into my arms.
"We missed you so much, as soon as we heard we panicked, called gabe for a rescue search and I couldn't stop crying." She sobbed into my shoulder. I just massaged her back and stroked her hair planting small kisses on the top of her head.
"It's okay, I'm here now. Safe and sound." I cooed.
She sobbed a bit more and when she pulled back her eyes where puffy and face was splotchy. Kyler stood there with his hands over his chest glaring. Although I don't know why he was angry.
She wiped her eyes and slid into the chair next to me.
"Okay you have to tell me everything." Dominique pounded me with questions.
"Woah woah woah. One at a time and before I answer I need to figure out why this guy has his panties in a wad." I glanced at kyler.
"My panties are in a wad ha! Well if you only knew the trouble you caused missy!" Anger coated his voice. I didn't understand. I mean I was kidnaped. Kinda, I knew I agreed but it was for a good cause. I saved more lives than if I stayed.
"I was kidnaped!" Anger raced through my veins, he should be happy that I'm finally here.
"Oh yeah, agreeing to your kidnapper/rapist to leave with him is totally kidnapping!"
"I agreed for a good cause! If you didn't notice he put my mother in the hospital!" I was now gully standing up and chest to chest with him. My breathing shaky.
"Yeah well you also put everyone in shock and jasper into a coma. And still almost killed your mother. You don't really do a good job of protecting do you?" He spat in my face. I rose my hand up to slap him when my wrist was suddenly grabbed. I looked over and saw Timothy with a straight face.
"Continue this fight somewhere else or don't fight at all because I won't stand it around me." He said. Annoyince hinting his voice. Why was everyone mad at me? What did I do.
I sulked down in my chair.
"What happened while I was gone?" my voice was barely above a whisper.
"Well first jasper came to us and told us that you where with Lynn he later expanded that you agreed to go with him. We searched the place then we found out where you where jasper went after you, a semi hit him and he got in a car wreck and is now in a coma. But your mother on the other hand, Lynn broke into the hospital and tried to kill her but the nurses came in but he escaped. She is now in the Pullman hospital with jasper." I didn't notice that tears where going down my face till I brought my hand up to my face covering my gasp that I felt wetness.
Kyler had a smirk on his face like he knew he had won the battle.
"So you see, you just cause all sorts of trouble."
I stood up a small sob escapes my lips as I run out of the building. Not caring who saw me. I heard my name called a few times but ignored it and kept running. I Ran out and behind the parking lot. I sat down on the curb and gulped in air trying to catch my breath.
I pulled at my hair while tears streamed down my face and I made a weird noise everytime I sobbed.
A noise sounding like leaves crunching underfoot behind me made me jump. I looked behind me and we locked eyes. The same ice cold blue eyes I never wanted to see again.
"Molly? Where are you?" Another voice from a few feet away near the hospital called out. And I knew they'd be my only safety
YOU ARE READING
A dream hidden behind a sweat shirt
RomanceMolly a seventeen year old girl has been abused for the seven years that her father was in their lives. When memory's come flooding back what helps her?
