gone. // irwin ON HOLD

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I set my bag down  on my kitchen counter and wandered down my hallway to my bathroom. I was absolutely exhausted. Today had consisted of me beating the boys’ asses at Fifa and watching episode after episode of Breaking Bad with them. Yeah, sure, it’s strange that I literally just met Ashton and his friends today but I felt some sort of adrenaline rush with this sudden act of defiance that I pulled.

 "Good evening," Rick's voice called out. I jumped at the sound of his deep voice. His large body stepped in front of me, preventing me from being able to enter my bathroom to brush my teeth.

"What Rick?" I snapped, I just wanted to go to bed. I wasn't in the mood for him to lecture the crap out of me at the moment.

"I called your father," He admitted as he crossed his arms over his chest.

"And?" I raised my eyebrows at him. He opened his mouth to speak but I pushed passed him and stepped into my bathroom and turned on the light.

"He's pissed, as am I." He stated matter-of-factly. He was acting like such a child about this. He told me earlier that Ashton was safe and that he posed no threat to my livelihood. I was nineteen years old and I barely did anything anymore. 

"Oh, you actually got a hold of him?" I laughed in his face because Rick always seemed to get a hold of my dad and I could never get him to answer. I squirted some toothpaste on my toothbrush and shoved it in my mouth.

"I'm here for a reason Molly, you cant just defy me and think you're not going to end up dead in the Hudson River."

"You told me he was clear." I mumbled as I moved my toothbrush around in circles on my teeth, my words barely making any sense as they came out of my mouth.

"You still turned off your damn camera and earpiece! I'm here to help you Molly!" His voice raised with every word he said as he got more and more frustrated.

I rolled my eyes as I bent over to spit out the used toothpaste in my mouth. I rinsed my toothbrush off and put it back in its place on the counter.

"Can you just go away Rick?" I asked politely as I rubbed my temples. He was giving me a headache.

"I'm doing this because I care." He said in a low whisper as he placed his hand on my shoulder. I brushed it off and pushed passed him once again to go into my room.

"Get out of my damn apartment Rick!." I whine as I close the door on him. I slip off my clothes from today and pulled one of my dad's oversized Yankee T-shirt over my head. I crawled into bed and swithced off the dim light. 

Today was probably one of the craziest days I've experienced in a while. No, it didn't compare to the day my mom died, when I was kidnapped, ore when I got stabbed. It was was a different kind of crazy, a good crazy..

A/N

Okay, first things first (I'm the realest), it was hard for me to write the Yankee shirt part (I'm so used to writing about the Tigers if I use sports teams in my stories lol). I'M LAME SORRY.

Second, dang. Molly is a sass master. Like, okay then.

Third, now you know a little more about what happened to her in the past AND yES it IS important for the future of this story.

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