Chapter Six: Eliseth, Lanen Kaeler
Molly groaned when she heard the alarm clock blaring, waking her from a deep peaceful sleep. She seized it brutally, throwing it across the room as it shattered into a dozen tiny pieces when it smashed into the wall.
"Not a morning person I see," Kanyon joked, walking out of the bathroom. He leaned over to pick up the mess.
Molly glared at him, hatred burning in her eyes.
"No, I'm a morning person, it's just that I didn't get to sleep until 2:00 a.m. this morning because some asshole by the name of Kanyon kept me up all night so he could get an orgasm," Molly spat, scorn seething in her voice.
Kanyon's head shot up, his face looking wounded from her venomous comment.
"I'm going to head downstairs for breakfast," he said quietly, picking up the remnants of the broken clock from off the floor and gently placing them in the wastebasket.
Molly's hate-filled eyes followed him out the door, and she didn't relax her tensed up body until after he left. Stretching, she stood up and threw on a pair of black workout pants and a white tank top. She tied her hair back in a loose ponytail and stashed a water bottle and towel into her gym bag, slinging it over her shoulder.
That morning, her and Lita were going to be eating breakfast together in the next town over so they could spend some time together. The two women had indeed grown very close in the last month since they confessed their tragic ordeals, sneaking their friendship like two young lovers forbidden to see each other. After they were done with breakfast, Molly would be working out for the remainder of the morning. Those two things were the only aspects of her life that kept her sane – exercise and Lita's friendship.
"Hey Molly," Lita said as she sat across from her friend in the booth. Lita made sure to sit far away in the back near an exit so the two women could leave immediately if anyone saw them together.
"Hey Lita," Molly responded, taking a sip of water from her water bottle. Man, was she ever thirsty.
"What can I get you two lovely ladies?" a stocky young waitress with a gentle smile and a molasses Southern accent asked.
"Coffee and an English muffin, thanks," Lita replied, "I'm not really hungry."
"Scrambled eggs, bacon, home fries, coffee and a bagel," Molly answered quickly, "and some more water, please? I'm really thirst and hungry." She rubbed her tummy as it growled in hunger.
"Sure thing miss, you'll love the bagels… they're fresh made!"
Molly smiled wearily as the waitress walked away.
"Oh my goodness Molly, what's gotten into you?" Lita giggled, raising an eyebrow.
"I'm never hungry when Kanyon's around, because I feel sick. On top of that, the bloody bastard kept me up until the early hours of the morning so he could pleasure himself. I swear, that man is like a running motor, he just never gets tired. I feel so dirty," Molly shuddered.
"Bloody bastard? My goodness doll, I've never heard you speak like that…" Lita murmured, grabbing her friend's hand in sympathy.
Molly squeezed Lita's hand in return. "Well, I've changed a lot Lita… this past month. I'm nothing without Spike."
Lita nodded with understanding. "Molly, there's something I have to tell you. It happened about a month ago, and I've been debating whether I should tell you or not. I think you need to know."
Molly's head shot up, alarm shimmering through her eyes. "Is it Spike?! Is he okay?!"
"No no no, Spike's… well, about as good as he can be Molly. It's about Test and Kanyon…"
"What about them?"
"I overheard Test bragging to Kanyon about what he did to me. He also said that Kanyon should just take what he can from you and dump you when he's done."
Molly's face turned an ashen color, her eyes smoldering over with grief.
"You know, I always knew I was nothing more than just a toy to him, but I guess it hurts even more actually hearing him brag about it. I wonder if Test came up with the idea of Kanyon blackmailing me."
Lita shrugged, wiping her mouth with a napkin. "I sure as hell wouldn't be surprised if he did Molls. Not in the slightest."
Molly stared glumly down at her food, pushing it around on her plate with her fork.
"I miss Spike Lita… I want to talk to him one last time… to bring some sort of closure. Every time I see him looking at me, it's all I can do not to break down and start crying again…" Molly sighed.
"I definitely think you should Molly, at least explain this to him… so he can understand."
"I can't tell him everything Lita, he'll flip if I did. And then he would come after Kanyon and really get hurt. I just need to tell him again that I love him and he'll always have a special place in my heart. I kissed him before that match he had with the Hurricane, but I just need to tell him again… just one more time…"
Lita's eyes lit up.
"Molly dear, I think I have an idea!"
Molly leaned in closely as Lita whispered the idea into her ear. A smile spread across her face, her eyes glazing over with happiness.
"Oh shoot woman, look at the time! I gotta get to the track and then to the gym!" Molly exclaimed, sipping the rest of her coffee and hogging down the rest of her bagel. She gave Lita a quick hug and jogged outside to her car.
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Sweat poured down Molly's face as she concentrated on the punching bag, kicking and punching viciously at it.
"Wow Molly, you have a lovely spinning heel kick!" a suave Southern accent complimented.
Molly whirled around to see none other than The Hurricane standing there, his eyes watching her in amazement.
"Thank you," she retorted dryly, turning her back on him and continuing where she left off.
"Molly, may I ask you something?"
"Yeah, go ahead," she responded, not really paying much attention to him.
"Do you hate me?"
Molly froze, turning to look into his deep brown eyes.
"How can you ask me that? Of course I hate you, especially since I know you're one of Kanyon's little buddies that he brags all the time to about how he gets some from me…"
His eyes opened wide in shock.
"He's never once bragged to me about doing anything with you, I swear Molly. He always gushes about what a wonderful woman you are."
"Yeah right asshole, you can stop lying for him."
"Molly! Listen to me, if he was bragging what would I have to hide? I would be taunting you about it, wouldn't I?"
"Funny, considering I heard through the grapevine that he was bragging to Test about it!" Molly snapped.
"Yes, and Test is a jerk! Test likes to try and control Kanyon, to make himself look good. Nobody on the Alliance even likes him, except for Stephanie and Shane because he always wins matches! You should hear how everyone trashes him when he's not around!" Hurricane shot back.
Molly's face softened at this.
"Really?"
"I'm telling you the truth Molls. I don't blame you for being upset with Test if he really did that, but believe me… Kanyon really is nuts about you. He never talks about anything private. And I know you're also having a hard time adjusting to the Alliance, but believe me… we're happy to have you aboard. It's nice to see a woman on our team with talent, besides Ivory. Torrie and Stacy are well, for lack of a better word, bimbos!" Hurricane laughed hysterically.
Molly couldn't help but smile. The Hurricane definitely wasn't as bad as she thought he was.
It was nice to meet someone halfway decent she could talk to besides Lita.
~~~~~
Spike laid sprawled out on the king size bed in his hotel room, the one he shared with Chris Jericho. Chris left early in the morning to start his daily training routine, giving Spike some time to himself to reflect on the latest events that had taken place.
Why did Molly turn to the Alliance? And how come right before his match with Hurricane Helms she made me kiss her? Why in the name of Hades was she dating Kanyon of all people?
Spike shook his head in confusion, becoming even more puzzled the more his mind lingered on the subject. All he knew was he felt empty inside without her in his life. She was the one thing that made him happy, that gave him a reason to live. His brothers didn't care about him anymore now that they were with the Alliance, and he wasn't particularly close to anyone in the WWF, with the exception of Edge, the Hardy Boys and Chris Jericho. But, even they had their own little cliques. And Spike sure wasn't a part of any of them. Molly was his life, everything he said, did or felt revolved around her. She was the air he breathed and the water he drank. She made him complete.
He attempted to catch up with her a couple of times – to discuss what was happening between the two of them, but she avoided him like the plague. A couple of times he would feel her eyes on him, studying him… and when he would turn around to return the gaze, he saw loss and regret in them.
Please forgive me Spike, I still love you. You'll never understand why I did this, but trust me; you're always in my heart.
Spike snapped back to reality when he heard a knock on the door of his hotel room. Blinking a couple of times trying to adjust to his surroundings, he arose from the bed and went to see whom his visitor was. He half expected to see Chris Benoit or Edge standing there looking for Chris, but when he opened the door the hallway was vacant.
"Very funny Jeff! You can come out from your hiding place now!" Spike yelled, "I'm not really in the mood for your stupid pranks right now!"
Silence. No laughter, no footsteps.
Just complete and utter silence.
Spike turned to walk back inside, but he saw something white flash out of the corner of his eye. Stepping back outside, he knelt down on his haunches to observe what was on the floor.
An envelope with his name written in a familiar flawless cursive.
Molly's handwriting!
He eagerly tore the envelope open, unfolding the letter placed neatly inside.
Dearest Spike,
Baby, I don't know where to begin. I know you're angry and hurt with me, and I sure don't blame you. Goodness, I know I would be reacting the same way if I were in your position. I need to talk to you later in person. I need to give this some sort of closure, because I can not stand to see your pleading eyes always asking, "Why Molly?" Though I cannot tell you everything, I will do the best I can. Kanyon and some of his buddies are all going out later tonight. I told him I wanted the night to myself to get adjusted to everything that is happening. There is a forest about twenty minutes from here on State Highway 11. In it, there is a quiet little park by a pond, far out of the city limits. Please meet me there tonight at eleven. I need to see you one last time.
Your's forever,
Molly
Spike's heart pounded rapidly in his chest, half from excitement and half from surprise.
~~~~~
Molly wrung her hands and paced nervously by the pond, waiting anxiously for Spike. He was 15 minutes late, and he was never late for any of their dates.
What if he decided not to come? Oh God… please let him show up!
Molly snapped around when she heard the rustling of leaves, footsteps crunching on twigs as someone neared her.
"SPIKE!" Molly shrieked excitedly, wrapping her arms around him in an enthusiastic hug.
Spike returned the hug, not wanting to ever let her go. Molly laid her head on his shoulder and sighed deeply, closing her eyes and remembering back to a more carefree time. A time when she didn't have this horrible situation hanging over her head and following her around like a terrible nightmare.
"Why did you do it Molly?" Spike asked, choking on his words, "why did you leave me?"
Molly cupped his face in her hands and stare into his hazel eyes, tears shimmering and rolling down his cheeks. Molly stood on her tiptoes and kissed him.
"Spike, I can't tell you why I did it. But I want you to know that I'll always love you. And the last thing I EVER wanted to do was hurt you! If there was another way I could do what I'm doing without tearing your heart apart, trust me I'd do it. You must believe me when I tell you this!"
"I believe you Molly…" Spike slid his fingers through her hair, rubbing the tips between his fingers.
He placed his hand on her cheek, gently rubbing her chin with his thumb. Molly leaned into his hand, closing her eyes as she felt tears dribble down her cheeks, her nose…
"Oh Spike, I love you so much… I miss you… I wish there was another way!"
"I wish there was, too Molls…"
"Spike, make it right between us."
"How?"
Molly laced her fingers through his and wrapped them behind her back.
"Make love to me Spike! If I can't ever be with you again, then at least give me something to always remember you by. You're so pure and gentle, make it all right between us!"
"Are you sure?"
"Yes Spike, I've never wanted anything more in my entire life! Kanyon defiled me, but the only way to make it right is to be with the one man it truly means something with. To be with the one man that's real. Please?"
"You'll never have to beg me Molly."
Spike leaned into kiss her as they shared the most memorable evening of their entire lives.
