Meet Molly…
With soft, short ginger hair and eyes like dark golden amber, Molly had always thought of herself as the shy, kind soul no one could ignore. Unlike her brazen and defiant twin sister; she had always been the quiet voice of reason; like the yin to Angela's yang. Molly was never one to take drastic measures when things got bad. So when she saw her mother and father fighting, instead of running at them and telling them they were being stupid, immature, brats as Angela had, she hid under the covers and cried for hours without end. Even when her father beat her and her sister she would only cover her head and plead for him to stop. Angela always fought back; whether it was by biting him, kicking, or scratching. And when her favorite stuffed bunny, Fluffy, had been ripped from her hands and thrown into the dirt by some boy who didn't like her for whatever reason, she watched quietly and said nothing, too afraid to speak. If it weren't for her sister, Fluffy would have been torn into pieces that day. As the years went by, neither she nor her sister changed; even as a teenager Angela was still stuck sticking up for her docile sister. Molly felt terrible about this yes, but she was hopeless to change to say the least. She was a lover, not a fighter.
You would think that a girl so shy and delicate would be popular with the boys, wouldn't you? Well, Molly was. She was just too absorbed into her books to take advantage of it. Perhaps she was too much of an airhead to notice it, but she did have curves. That was probably the only area she beat her sister in.
Looking back on it now, if it weren't for that fateful day she would still be living near her parents in the city. She might not have run away. Although either way she would pretty much be going nowhere in life, leaving after that day was one of the only decisions she had made by herself, and she was proud of it.
And to think…it was all because she had finally become fed up with her parents arguing, the countless bruises she had earned thanks to the relentless abuse and just being vulnerable in general. She had felt completely useless. After Angela had left her to pursue her dream of becoming a great rancher she had no one. She had been to shy to make her own friends, and she wasn't close enough to Angela's to confide in them.
Now…
What was that fateful day you ask? That fateful day when little Molly finally "lost her temper"…why, that was her 18th birthday…
Without a second thought she had fled the house that night with her stuffed rabbit and a backpack filled with personal items, crying. She didn't even look back when her drunken father yelled for her to get in the house, or even when the gray clouds in the sky gave way to rain. Instead, she ran through the city street clutching Fluffy not caring who saw her. Hours later, she ended up hiding in a boat due to exhaustion. Being tired and thinking no one would find her; she had thought it was a pretty logical thing to do at the time. If she hadn't been so disoriented at the time, she would have probably wondered where the boat was going…