No One Does It Better - Sequel to Blue Eyes Don't Lie

Chapter 7

"Molly, have you...have you been self harming?" Dan asked, in a whisper so quiet I barely heard him.

"Well fucking done, Dan." I said, maybe a tad too harsh whilst still crying. He just looked at me, a blank expression displayed on his face after looking at the cuts that seemed like forever. 

"Why... Why Molly? Why would you do this? You stopped doing that when we first got together!" He raised his voice at me, still holding my arm just a little tighter now.

"Don't you dare shout at me, Dan! You have no idea what made me do this and I'm pretty sure if you knew what it was you'd feel sick to your stomach and understand why I did this!" I spat at him.

"What could be this bad to make you cut after three years of not doing it then, Molly? Hm? Because I can't think of a fucking reason!" 

"You want to read it then, Dan? You want to be sick to your stomach because of your ex-girlfriend? Fine, go ahead and fucking read it!" I removed the crinkled up paper from my jeans pocket and threw it at Dan. Leaving the room and running up the stairs into our room, I couldn't stop the tears from flowing. 

I half expected him to come upstairs and talk to me but instead I heard the front door slam shut and his car engine turning on. Just when I need him the most, he's not here.

I can't stop scratching at these fucking cuts! They littered my body before and I can't let that happen again but I can't fight the urge, I just can't this time. It's too strong.

I kept scratching at my arm vigorously, re-opening old cuts, watching the blood slowly leave them.

The bathroom; where most sharp objects could be found. I looked for my razor, finding it beside the bathtub and desperately breaking it to get the blade. Soon as it was free I stared at it. And stared at it. And stared at it.

I brought it slowly up to my left arm, searching for a space with no lines of dried blood or cuts so I could make new ones and feed my hunger to do this. As soon as I found a space, I dug the sharp blade into my skin and dragged, dragged creating a long line of blood that dripped freely out of the new wound. I laughed, pleased with myself and feeling so much better for doing that. I did it again, four more times, smiling to myself each time.

Washing the blade free of blood in the sink, I threw it away in the bin and bandaged my arm up. I walked back into the bedroom and changed tops - a short sleeved top. There's no point hiding them now Dan knows. After slipping on my Become Antique top, I walked back downstairs and into the living room only to see Lauren sitting on the sofa.

"You did it again, didn't you?"

I nodded in reply, feeling tears rise again in my eyes. My knees felt like they were going to give way so I sat next to Lauren on the sofa, desperately fighting off the tears threatening to fall. 

"I thought we spoke about this in London, Molly. You said you wouldn't do it again, you promised me!"

"I know I promised you! Dan went ballistic seeing them and...and I just couldn't stop myself!" I started to bawl my eyes out, there was no stopping these tears now.

"No sweetie, don't cry...please..." Lauren moved closer to me and held me, rocking me back and forth whilst trying not to touch my sliced arm.

"I-I-I-I didn't want to stop... Dan s-s-saw them and...and...and just changed! I-I-I thought he'd be comforting but he w-wasnt..." I managed to get out, only just.

"I know sweetie. Calm down, there there. Dan came round to mine and Josh's straight away telling me to come here and he's gone to find her."

"He's gone to f-find W-Wilona?" I asked, voice threatening to break just because of her name.

"He's going to sort this out, if she did this on purpose-"

"Of course she did this on purpose!" I screamed at the top of my lungs and jumped up off the sofa, "she kept asking and asking about him, asking questions about me and him and asked if he still lived here!"

"Calm down, Molly, please..."

"I can't calm down, I can't!" I sobbed, I needed Dan. I needed that Wilona to fuck off. "I wish we had never went into the costume shop, I wish I never told her about me and Dan!" 

"Well," Lauren started and sat me back down next to her, wiping away the tears. I hope it's something smart. "If Dan's smart, which we all know he is, he'll have told Wilona to back off and reported her to the police."

"How can he report her to the police and them do something based on a piece of paper..." I whispered, my voice feeling strained. 

"Georgie's told me a few things; looks like Wilona isn't Little Miss Goody-Two-Shoes as she makes out to be." Lauren smirked which helped me smile at least. 

"She's done some things in the past...?" I asked with uncertainty. 

"Let's just say she's not the kindest of people towards many females." Lauren smiled at me and I managed to laugh.

"Did Georgie say she was like this when her and Dan were together?"

"She wasn't this bad...but yeah, she was off the rails so to speak."

I let out a sigh I had been holding in; I felt at ease somewhat, knowing all of this information. 

"Why don't we get a blanket and we'll be proper girls and watch some soppy Rom-Coms, hey? We'll laugh at all their shitty relationships whilst we're with two of the best men on earth." Lauren asked. As soon as she mentioned blanket and Rom-Coms, I shot up and grabbed the snuggliest blanket I could find. Lauren walked off into the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of champagne for the both of us with some pretzels and popcorn for us during the films.

I'm so thankful for Lauren.