Let Me Know| Monty x Winston (13 Reasons Why) *discontinued*

Part Forty-Eight

POV: Molly
Tuesday, June 10, 2021
9:20pm

*TW: SELF-HARM/SEXUAL ASSAULT MENTION**

I started cutting halfway through sophomore year right after Sam Copperfield grabbed my ass in front of the entire school and later roofied me at a party that same week. I found out from my friend who walked in on him pulling his pants down and kissing me all over my chest and face. She said I was blackout drunk and was moaning for him to get off and I remember it but most parts are blurry. The first time I cut I was sitting on the bathroom floor the night after the party and I had taken Ricky's razor apart. I started small, making sharp lines across my wrist as dark red followed the edge of the razor. I did it twice that night before giving up and washed off the cut with cold water and covered it with an old T-shirt. I told Destiny and Naki that I had fallen while walking home from a party and scratched my wrist on the jagged rocks along the streets, and when they asked to see it so they could check for any infections I said no in fear that they would notice the cuts were too straight and precise to come from rogue rocks on the street. The second, third and every time after that took place in the bathroom, in the same spot, everytime. So when I turned 17, I started getting butterflies for every month I went without cutting. My highest record was 7 months but the day that everyone found out I slept the quarterback of the football team, which is also the day I found out that he recorded it and sent it to everyone in the school, was the day I cut again, that was 2 months ago and the talk has died down but people still stare at me. My most recent butterfly tattoo I got 3 weeks ago and is a bright yellow with orange detail.

I staring at that same tattoo as I walked up to the front door of my house. The only people outside were Lupita and her boyfriend that stayed up until five in the morning smoking 2 packs of cigarettes a day from across the street.

"How you doin, kid?" Lupita questioned sincerely with her familiar raspy voice damaged by the cigarette smoke.

"I'm good," I replied with a grin.

"That's great," she took a hit of her cigarette and grabbed her beer off of the ground, "Don't stay out too late, I know Ricky doesn't like it when you go out at this time,"

I shivered from the cold and the thought of what was to come, "Tell me about it," I joked but inside I was as somber as could be.

"Alright well you have a good night," Lupita blew smoke out of her mouth and adjusted her bra under her stained tank top.

I proceeded up the steps to the door and opened the door carefully, hoping I could sneak in without Ricky noticing.

The lights of the house were all off except for the dining room light which was old and faded. Naki was sitting at the table scrolling through her phone and a blunt in her hand.

She noticed and put her phone down with a serious face, "Ouuuu bitch," she muttered under her breath, "Ricky is not happy yo."

"Where is he?" I whispered.

"Right there," she pointed to the kitchen.

Ricky was already approaching with a beer in his hand. His face and angry written all over it.

"Where the were you?" he questioned.

I gulped and itched the back of my hand, "Nowhere-"

"What time did I say to be home?" he asked me, putting down his beer on the table.

I didn't reply.

"What TIME did I SAY to be HOME?!"

"S-Six o'clock," I mumbled.

"HUH?" He yelled at me cupping his ear with his hand.

"Six o'clock!" I yelled back at him.

His face turned red as he rushed towards me with his finger in my face, "don't fucking tell at me," he warned with his teeth clenched, "I took you into this fucking house and I'll take you the fuck out-"

"Stawp!" Naki grabbed his arm and pulled him away from me.

I bit the inside of my lip so I wouldn't lash out but I couldn't stop my self, "You know what Ricky?" I clapped back at him, "Don't even worry about having to take me the fuck out because I'm leaving."

Naki sucked her teeth and slapped the side of her thighs, "Come on, Molly," she stepped infront of Ricky, "You ain't serious."

"Oh I'm not?" I held back a tear and stormed off into my room.

Destiny emerged from her room right next to mine with an exasperated look on her face, "What the fuck is going on here?" She tied her robe at her waist.

I kept my mouth shut, stuffing as many clothes as I could into my backpack.

"Hello?" Destiny called.

"Ask fucking Ricky," I answered with a shaky voice. Part if me was telling me to just shut up and lock my self in the bathroom until I could calm down but the other was telling me to run as far away from this house as I could. This isn't the first time Ricky has flipped on me. Everytime I do the slightest thing wrong I always have the burden that I carry around. That burden is Ricky, I never get rid of his yells and his words, they've become engrained to my brain.

Destiny quickly jogged to the dining room and I could he the loud clamoring coming from the three of them.

I picked up an old razor with dried blood on it and took a quick glance at it before shoving into my backpack and standing up.

As I walked back into the dining room, the loud chatter stopped and without hesitation, getting a final glance at their faces, I walked out of the house and didn't look back.

A single tear came from my eye and ran down my face.