Trapped

Ch.8

"Hey Eli... Whose Molly?" They both turned to me and saw me holding Elijah's phone. Liam coughed uncomfortably and Elijah looked worried.

"She's a nice girl I met today." He then proceeded to tell me about the story of a mall cop, awkward runaway, a motorcycle, and a new girl. I listened watching as Liam looked down in concentration.

After Elijah finished I turned to Liam wondering what was up with his look.
"What's up with you?"

"Caleb..." He sighed and rubbed his face looking pained.

"Do you like her?" I asked wondering if I guessed it.

He scratched his neck, before finally shaking his head no. "It's not like that...I am dating you know." He sighed again giving me a side glance.

"Then what?"

"She's...pure. Super innocent and awkward. She's self conscious even though she's absolutely gorgeous. She reminds me of a kid that's gone through abuse and needs someone to help her. But she never let on anything was wrong so it's just a feeling. I can tell there's more to her and it interests me." He finished looking down.

"She's really shy, I kinda was more interested in a quick hook-up when we met but you could tell she didn't want any of that. So far she's an amazing friend though." Elijah confessed. "She's not like the bitches you sleep with...she's real." He said stressing real. They both were silent as I mulled over what they told me. I decided I wanted to test her for myself.

"I wanna meet her." I said watching them.

Liam looked down and nodded and Elijah looked at me saying, "She's coming tomorrow night, but please promise me you'll be good to her. I'm serious man, she's deserves better than to be used." Liam nodded along to it and they both looked at me with pleading eyes.

"Yeah, ok. I promise." I tried to reassure them because I could tell it really matters to them.

Molly. I said testing the name in my mind. I thought about her. I wondered what she looked like. I took a big swig of vodka feeling it's effects slightly.

"What's so hot about her?" I asked and Liam looked at me and then at Elijah. They both were very honest people especially when they were around me.

"You wanna start?" Elijah asks Liam laughing.

Liam starts, "Well for one she drives a motorcycle. That's hot as fuck. She has  natural blonde hair, it's soft -"

"How do you know it's soft?" I interrupted.

"Well, I rode on her bike with her and felt her hair. And I promise I'm not a creep, it was blowing on me. She also smells like apples. She has a figure like a goddess." He laughed. "She's hard to describe." He looks down thinking of words.

"She's like an angel. Her skin is smooth, tan but bright. I swear she must have been a model or something. Her lips look so kissable. I just wanna fuck her." Elijah took a gulp of wine. "But I wouldn't to be honest, at least not right away. She's more the type of girl you want to get into a relationship with rather than a one night stand."

"And it's not just her looks she's a beautiful person on the inside. She's just better than anyone I've met." Liam said speaking up.

I started to laugh dryly. "You guys are so smitten. No girl is that good."

They both laughed at me. "You'll see man." Liam said taking a drink from the wine bottle.

"Oh my God, you sound so sure." I laughed hard not believing a word of it. She's probably just good at make up or some shit. I take a big swig of vodka feeling it burn down my throat. There's no way. I shake my head.

"Just wait asshole." Elijah said. Liam laughed.

"Whatever fuckers, I'll find out tomorrow anyway." I slung my arms around there shoulders lightening the mood. They both swatted me away and I laughed. They were so alike yet so different.

I remember when I first met them. I was 14, freshman year. They were the ones who showed me around. I was shy as hell. Then I found out about my mom and I started hanging out with the wrong crowd. I was so against using women and then I decided that I should use women the way my mom used men, because that's what we're here for right? To please ourselves and others and live life. It doesn't matter anyway because we all die in the end. I chuckled as I said goodnight and headed upstairs to sleep.

I pulled off my sweatshirt and shirt looking at the scratch marks that bitch left on my back. I sighed and thought about Molly. Would she scratch me like that? Maybe she was kinky, usually the shyer girls I'm with are. Either way I'm sure she's a typical bitch. Yeah maybe she would deny it but everyone has there dark side. I put my arm over my eyes and wondered when the last time I actually had a real relationship was.

I felt sick thinking about how I'd never actually dated anyone. There was a time I was close but she didn't want to be with someone who slept around. She was perfect but I threw her away for sex. I don't want a relationship because it hurts. Maybe I'm selfish or just stupid, but I don't want to start anything with anyone because that gives them power to hurt me.

As I drifted off to sleep I made a promise to myself. I'm going to find out who Molly is and prove she's a bitch. As I thought that I wondered why I wanted to prove it so bad.