gone. // irwin ON HOLD

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I shut the door to my apartment behind me. Thoughts of the mistakes I made today swirled around in my head as I took my scarf off and hung it on the rack by the door.

"Molly?" Rick's voice asked from somewhere in my apartment. I squeezed my eyes shut. I totally forgot about him. Call the morgue because I'm dead.

"Yeah Rick?" I responded as I found him sitting on my couch watching the news. I plopped down next to him. His gaze seemed like it was burning a hole through the side of my face.

I brought my legs up and sat criss-crossed to be more comfortable for what I felt was going to be a very long talk.

"You can't keep doing this," he whispered. I turned to look at him but he refocused his eyes on the television. I shifted uncomfortably next to him and let out a long sigh.

I honestly felt so stupid. I was putting so many people in danger. No matter what I did to try and fix situations like this never helped. I apologized because I knew I was wrong for hanging out with Ashton.

"I won't. I'm sorry," I mumbled as I looked in my lap. I played with my fingers since I didn't know what else to do. I always felt helpless like a little child. Nothing I ever did was right, I was never allowed to do anything even remotely fun. This is how it's been for the past nine years.

"I'm not taking any chances," he said looking over at me. We both made eye contact and before I knew it he pushed me over and pinned me down.

" What the hell are you doing?" I asked, the air barely getting to my lungs. My eyes grew wide as he grabbed my left arm. He pulled a device that looked like a shot out of his back pocket.

"My job," he replied as stabbed the shot into my arm and pressed the lever down. I screamed out in pain. This didn't feel like any of the other shots I've had in my life. It was ten times worse. The spot that was injected felt like it was on fire and my whole arm went numb. I couldn't move my fingers anymore.

"What was that?" I cried out. I started to try and escape him by thrashing my legs and one arm around. He got off of me and stood up, a somber look on his face.

"A tracking device," he said monotonously as he walked out of the room. I heard the door open and slam behind him. I was still laying on my back. My eyes darted around my ceiling. The feeling of nausea overtook my body. I needed a bathroom. Now.

I shot upwards and sprinted to the bathroom. My left arm hung limp as I lifted the lid on the toilet. I grabbed my hair just as everything I'd eaten today came up.

Once I was finished throwing up I leaned against the wall in front of the toilet. Tears streamed down my cheeks. My phone buzzed in my hoodie pocket. I wiped my face before I pulled it out to reveal a text message from Rick.

Rick
you'll be nauseous for a couple days, sorry. it's for the best mol. xx

I hugged my knees to my chest. It was a bit of a struggle since I couldn't move my left arm at all. My phone buzzed again.

Rick
feeling should return to your arm tomorrow by the way

I pushed my phone away from me. I didn't want to see anything from Rick.

Tears continually streamed down my cheeks, this was all my fault. If I had done what I was told I wouldn't have had this tracking device injected into my arm. I wouldn't be nauseous and most certainly I wouldn't have lost mobility in my arm.

Curling up on the rug, I closed my eyes. My head was pounding and my stomach was churning. This was going to be one hell of a night.

a/n
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