A Delmarno's Lover

4. 𝘽𝙧𝙤𝙠𝙚𝙣 𝙫𝙖𝙨𝙚𝙨

Soon enough, Molly regretted walking out so hastily, fair enough it added a certain flare... but now she had to walk home. "Piss take." Molly grumbled. It took her and hour and a half to get home. The roads were dead, she seen two cars that whole time. Being her stubborn self, she refused to call a taxi, no way was she getting in a creepy car at 2:00AM, Tammy would be fuming if she did that, well if she was alive.

Tired and weak from her aching bones, she walked up her driveway and reached for the door handle, only to find it wasn't there. Molly's front door was wide open, and she could see straight into her kitchen, her kitchen window was broken, all lights were out. Nervously, she went in, leaving the door hanging opened behind her and gripping her phone tightly, as if that could stop anything. The house was trashed, Her sofa flipped onto its front, television shattered, glass all over her floor and curtains ripped from there pole, which was now lying on the floor. The house was as silent as a graveyard. In desperation, Molly ran into the kitchen. First, she noticed the note on the side, of course, she picked it up but before she could read it she noticed something else, something that almost broke her heart. Kelly's vase was in pieces. Filled with disbelief, she got on her knees trying her hardest to put it back together. Snapping her out of it, footsteps clattered above her, or maybe something fell but either way, she was frightened. She stuffed the note in he back pocket, grabbed a coupled of large shards of Kelly's vase and ran.

Once she was out of the house, it felt like her breath came back but she still didnt feel safe. She got a few streets away before pulling her phone out and dialling last contact, Kole. "Miss me already?" he purred, answering the phone after the first ring. "Kole. Someone was in my house!" she cried. "Where are you now?" he barked. "Butlin street." she sobbed. "Marve's on his way, dont answer anyone, get in the limo." and he dropped the call. She stood there shaking, in complete dismay and petrified.

It only took ten minutes for Marvin to arrive, alot shorter then their previous drive to Kole's apartment. She jumped in, still in a state of shock. Marve said nothing at first they drove silently. "You're safe now, Miss." Marve stated. She knew he meant well and she wanted to thank him but the state she was in, no words would have came out, so she decided not to even try, only to nod.

Kole was waiting at the door for her. He said nothing just took her by the hand, nodded to Marve and led her inside. She sat on the sofa. Kole left her there, going towards the kitchen. A few minutes lated, he came back out with a big box. "What's that?" she asked. "This, love, is heaven." he smirked, dropping the box on the small glass coffee tabel in front of them, she hadnt noticed this the hours before. Inside the box, was a collection of all brands and types of chocolates, potato crisps and sweets. "Oh wow!" she exclaimed, laughing at the heap in front of her. "What? Don't tell me your on a diet!" he laughed. Molly dived into the box diggin for her favourites and picking them out slowly.

They gorged on sweets and chocolate for a while, the televison on the house-work channels, Molly liked watching the worn down houses change into nice, modern little homes, she found it satisfying. "Love." Kole whispered. "Yes." Molly answered, she was sick of this repetitive name, but it was obviously his thing and she was NOT in the mood to argue against it. "What happened?" he questioned. That was when she remembered the note, without answering Kole she pulled it out and opened it. "Whats that?" he questioned further. "It was left on the side, whoever trashed the house must have left it." she told him. In that second, ther words she had just spoken echoed in her head and the memory of Max came rushing back. That sadistic bastard! With urgency, she uncrumpled the note and read.

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Dear Molly,

This surely wont be a shock to you, the state of "your" house should be obvious enough. then again you were always more on the stupid side. I want you gone. Tammy deserved much better. This was her home and you will NOT live in it any longer. Playing the grieving daughter act? Please! You're a fake! She was never really your mother and deep down you know that. Your lucky you werent here when i got in. I'll be back, if you dont stay out og my auntie's house.