When I was thirteen.

Struggling with the rope, she cried out frantically, hands scrabbling for purchase. The river below her swinging, frail body was full of mud and she screwed her eyes shut. Experiencing the sensation of falling for a moment, she screamed and looked up.

He was standing there. Sebastian held the rope, and she wailed.

"Please! Jim, please help me!"

"Not until you FUCKING tell me why Seb heard that you were raped! And you didn't fucking TELL me, you stupid cow!"

"Jim please, I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!"

Sebastian adjusted his stance and the rope swung wildly. Her hands were beginning to burn and tears streamed down her cheeks to land in the flooded brown river below. Her red hair clung to her face, and she could barely see the two boys above her and she looked at the rope. Last night at the Christmas party, her grandmother had given her a pair of brown shoes, and they fell away from her, to become indistinguishable from the muddy water.

Sobbing harder, she considered letting go.

That would fucking show him.

"Molls? What are you doing?"

Her hands relaxed and she slid down until there was only two feet of rope left between her and the winter air above the river.

Fuck you, Jim. Fuck you too, Uncle Rhys. And dad, I'm gonna be with you real soon, wait for me.

Her hands let go of the rope completely and Sebastian staggered back, reeling from the sudden slack in the rope as Jim screamed down at her.

"Molly!"

Fuck no, Molly please don't...

He threw off his coat and shoes and leaped over the side of the bridge.

She plummeted down, and she laughed at the thought of being with her dad again.

You're the only man who's never hurt me, I'm coming daddy.

Her hair flew up around her face, and her dress bunched up around her waist. Jim opened his eyes and saw her blissful face for a second before she hit the water.

She's beautiful.

They both hit the water, and Jim struggled while she opened her arms. She sank, and he swam to her. The current fought against him, tearing her cold hands out of his one, two, three times.

He finally grabbed a handful of her hair and dragged her to the surface.

Mouth open in shock at the pain in her head and frustration at the halting of her deliverance to heaven, she fought. Thrashing and kicking, she screamed underwater, hoping to release all her air before he could drag her to the surface.

No, please! Let me go, please, I want my dad I want himwanthimwanthim...