7: I'm here alone inside of this broken home

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*1 Month Later*

Calum's P.O.V

So, it's been a month since Molls found out about her parents. She's gone back to being rarely responsive.

The guys and I have taken our turns trying to talk to her. All we could do was just be there. She would only come to get food. She'd blankly say hey when we'd try to say it in a cheery tone.

Yes, we know. First, she got cheated on. Then a week or so later, she visited her sister's grave and on the same night found out her parents split.

We just want out happy Molls.

The last time she saw her mom was after she got her things from her house and she's been staying with me in the guest room.

Thankfully my parents are okay with it. At least we got lucky there.

The guys would come over everyday cause:

1. They also wanna be here for Molls.

2. Their homes got boring since everyone has work.

So, today was the day that I was going to get Molls out of her 'mood' cause no one wants a sappy Molls.

The plan.....don't have one yet.

Wait, I just had a lightbulb moment.

Once the guys come, we're gonna have pots and pans and bang them to wake her up.

*A few minutes later*

"Guys!!!" I scream from the kitchen.

"Cal, why is there a ton of pots and pans?" Mikey asks as they all walk in.

"We're getting Molls back to the state from when she saw us again." I say confidently.

"Do you remember how she's been for literally the past month?" Luke says.

"Yes, but, she can't live like that forever. She needs a jumpstart." I say.

"Ok, and so what is this brilliant plan that you have?" Ash says.

"So, we are gonna prepare breakfast, cause she'll be annoyed at us. So, we whip up something. The three of you will bang the pots and pans and chant something, and I'll be the one recording." I say.

"Sounds good." Mikey says.

"And what do we do when she fights back?" Ash says.

"We run." Luke says.

"Bud, remember how running ended up?" I say and all of us laugh.

So we all try not to destroy the kitchen and make something decent.

Then, it was go time.

Molly's P.O.V

So, I feel like I became a ghost ever since a month ago.

So, I've been dealing with shit. Shit that was dragged on me on the month that was supposed to be nice and joyful. However, I'm dealing with the fact that I was heartbroken and that my parents have split without any warning.

I'm basically what someone would describe as a broken soul.

I hate feeling this way, but I can't do anything about it. It's just how I am. Sometimes I'd feel like everything in my life is broken as if no one gives a damn.

But, through this past month, the guys were the only ones who gave a damn about me. They stuck around even if I was acting like shit towards them when they don't deserve it.

Speaking of the guys, I'm here peacefully sleeping until I hear foolish boys come upstairs. They opened my door and had pots and pans banging while they chant something which I can't comprehend what it was.

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