A dream hidden behind a sweat shirt

Chapter fifty eight

*mollys prospective*

I had stormed out of there and was pacing the hallways. I was so upset that he would lie to my face. I though he liked me. Why was I thinking he liked me I had jasper. A small sigh escaped my lips and I slid down the wall burying my face in my hands. My life was always so complicated. I just wish it could be normal.

It's his fault A little voice spoke in my head. It's my deadbeat fathers fault for leaving mum. And now he wanted to have me as his. What a fake! I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of letting him steal my worries and thoughts. I gradually stood up and smoothed down my dress. Luckily they hadn't changed me into a hospital gown.

I went back to his room and slowly slid the door open. His eyes lit up when they saw me but was quickly replaced with sorrow. He looked away from me and I just sighed.

"I'm sorry for lying." He mumbled

"Wanna tell me what happened? I'll tell you a bit about myself." I gave a smile and we connected our stare. He reluctantly nodded his head and I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding.

I sat back down in the chair and his hand automatically latched onto mine.

"Okay well it's my father..." He looked back up and I smiled giving him reassurance for him to go on. His breathing was shaky and I felt his palm get sweaty and clammy under mine.

"We all used to live in France."

All? Who is all? "Who's all?"

"Me my brother mother and father. He used to beat me and him when we'd mess up. I'd take most of the beatings though because I was eight and he was seven. We'd mess up just a little bit and we'd get hit, thrown down stairs, locked up for several days with no food. Anything but he loved to punish us. Found joy in it. Well my mum was diagnosed with cancer. She got weaker and wasn't able to take beatings or save us anymore. My brother Taylor went and told a little girl that was his best friend. She told her mama and she told the police. They went looking for us. He escaped before they found us. Overheard Taylor tell mum. He got out of there and we went to America. Before we found here we had stopped at a local bar. We were all waiting in the car when he came staggering out. Took hold of Taylor. I couldn't stop him because he had threw me across the car and I hit my head and blacked out. That was the last time I saw Taylor. I assume my father beat him to death. Poor kid. Anyways now that you know he will come for me.

Find me... Murder me. And no one can stop him. He's a soul full of evil. Full of hatrid. Full of desires in which it isn't humanly possible to give him." He looked up at me from his long speech. My face was horrific. I nodded my head and squeezed his hand.

"So what did he do to you this time?"

"Well I went home, told him ma died he got pissed and beat me. I was heading up the stairs and he grabbed my ankle and pulled me down I'm lucky I survived. I woke up and tried to escape he almost got me but I ran and ran to the hospital. I knew you'd be here." He gave me a crooked smile.

"Now tell me about you." He looked into my eyes and now it was my turn to draw in a shaky breath and tell my horrible story.

"Well it all started when I was eight...." I started