DISCLAIMER: Don't own 'Our Girl' or it's chararcters, they belong to the BBC.
A SAD PIECE THAT I WROTE WHILST DOING MY OTHER STORY...
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RIGHT BESIDE YOU - part 1/2
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"I am so glad you are home Moll...You come back to me"
Molly Dawes shook her head as she walked into the cluttered living room of her parents marionette. Belinda cleared a space on the couch for her, "Sit down...I'll make you a nice cuppa..."
"I dont wont a cuppa Mum..."
Belinda hung near the door as she realised she was running out of words to say. Molly had just come back from barracks. She was fresh home from her first tour in Afghanistan, and she was just so thankful that her girl had come back home alive.
Poor Smurf. He was in the hospital in Birmingham, but he was going to be okay. The Doctors told her when she went AWOL from the section and went on ahead of them.
Well, to be fair, Dave persuaded her. Molly wasn't the one for rules and regulations.
Molly sat in her uniform and stared off into space.
"He's gonna be okay love...the Doctors said...his Mum said...I liked his Mum, she was really nice Moll...friendly...and smiley..."
Molly looked at her, "Mum, is it alright if I have a soak in the bath, I just want to go to bed"
Belinda frowned, "What is it Moll? You've been acting all strange with us since we you've come back"
Molly swallowed and stood up from the couch, she was trying to hold back the tears, "I just want to have a bath Mum...please..."
Belinda reluctantly stood aside to let her daughter heave her pack up the stairs. Dave came out from the kitchen and looked at Belinda all puzzled, "What's wrong with her...she's a flipping War Hero and she's going about with a face as long as your mothers arse!"
Belinda bit her tongue, "just leave her Dave...she's been through a lot, hasn't she...lets just give her some time..."
Dave opened a can of lager and plonked himself on the couch, "well...she better snap out of it soon...she's got a lap of the stadium to do by Friday"
Belinda tutted at him, "Oh Dave dont put pressure on her to do that...she's been fighting for her country...all she will be fighting there is your drunken footballer hooligan mates"
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Molly shook her head at her parents conversation and shut the door. In the bathroom she looked into the mirror and stared back at her reflection. She still could hear the gunfire of Afghanistan if she closed her eyes hard enough, and long enough.
She was back home in London, but she felt so distant and detached from it.
She toyed with the engagement ring around her neck, she looked down at it as it sparkled on the string it was attached to. Poor Smurf, she wished she could match the feelings he had for her, but she couldn't.
She could never feel for him as she had felt for...
The pain was in her heart. She felt like she was going to collapse onto the bathroom floor because the emotional pain was so raw inside her...like it was ready to sufficate the breath out of her.
She swallowed down and tried to compose herself...so near...they had got so near...
But now they would never know.
She unlocked the bathroom door and went into the bedroom where her sister Jade was doing her homework at the desk.
"Alright Moll...Moll, remember last time when you said that girl in Afghan was my age..."
Molly shook her head as she sat on the bunkbed watching her.
Jade turned her head, pen in her mouth, "I cant believe that she aint got no iPod or Phone or Computers...she must be well bored out of her skull"
Molly couldn't believe the stupidity of her sister, "you really think that having gadgets like that are her first priority? Her first priority is staying alive you silly cow!"
"You can't talk to to me like that!"
"Yes I can! Because YOU don't know how lucky you are...", she paused and tried to stop the tears that were running down her face.
"What's up with ya? Why are you so upset?"
Molly bolted out of the room and locked herself back into the bathroom, she sat on the toilet seat and sobbed.
Sobbed for him. Sobbed for a man that she loved with all her heart. Sobbed for a man that had died of wounds that she blamed herself for.
Why couldn't she save him?
Nobody could know. Nobody could ever know about them. A Captain falling for one of his lower minions was not what the Army was all about.
Was Love stronger than Army regulation?
Yes it was...but now she was never going to know that.
She stood and stared back into the mirror, she could see his face looking back at her.
She pulled herself together. She had to put all this behind her. She had to go on that nothing happened between them..
Nothing did...just that one kiss...that one kiss that set her heart aflutter that no other man could ever do.
And in the hospital before he died, when he said that he was going to resign his commission and that nothing would stand in their way anymore.
"It did", she whispered into the mirror, "...you died"
Sniffing back the tears, she wondered how long she could keep this from her family...
She wasn't very confident that it wouldn't be for too long...
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CONCLUDED NEXT CHAPTER...
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I KNOW IT IS A SAD ONE (NOT VERY FLUFFY AT ALL) BUT I WOULD BE GRATEFUL FOR A LITTLE REVIEW OR TWO...
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