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Disclaimer: One thing you should know about this is there is a bit of spousal abuse, but it's what the fic revolves around, okay? Don't like it - Don't read it.
I don't own anyone in this fic. Vince McMahon is a busy man, and I doubt he'll ever see this. But to credit him for creating these characters so people can write about them deserves a thank you. So here I go:
Thanks, Vinnie!
A/N: This is before the whole 'brunette/heel' Molly thing started. So she's still blonde in this one. :)
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Molly Holly was no longer the woman she once was. She used to be cheery. Goofy, even, like Tazz would say. It was always a radiant smile that she wore when she walked down the ramp. She was tough and spoke her mind. She never had to hide anything from anyone. If she had a problem with someone, she'd let them know, with no hesitation.
But all of that dissolved in time. She was a silent woman now. Isolated in her very own pain. It wasn't her fault, although she was always told that it was. She didn't notice anything wrong in any of her actions, but when her boyfriend told her she was wrong, she simply nodded and left it at that.
Every nod slowly shook away her dignity and pride, little by little. Now, she was lucky if she could hide the bruises and the tears she hid. She was even lucky if she could go to the bathroom without telling her boyfriend: Raven.
Molly sat backstage, watching Raven get pummeled in the ring, on a monitor. Her fingers were crossed, in hopes that he'd win. She knew what would happen if he didn't.
She looked away from the monitor and at the mirror on the wall, to her left. She stared at the purple bruise on her left eye. It was slowly healing, surrounded by a yellowish tint of skin. She unclawed the fingers of her left hand and caressed the spot around her eye.
She knew this was not how she should be. She thought of the past, and how she was a fighter. A survivor. Things like this wouldn't happen because she was much stronger. She stood up for it all. Or, at least, she used to.
Molly turned her attention to the monitor at the sound of the bell. She saw Matt Hardy stand and celebrate. Her jaw dropped as Raven rolled out of the ring. She stood and stared at the door. She could get away. She wouldn't fall victim to his hand again.
She could leave, let him come trash the room and calm down. Then she could come back and comfort him. And he'd let her. Yeah, maybe.
Molly glanced at the TV and saw her boyfriend running up the ramp, undoubtedly wanting to release his fury through his fist and onto her body. She waited. She couldn't run. Maybe he'd keep his hands off her. Maybe abuse wasn't on his mind tonight. Maybe.
Raven stormed into the locker room and spotted Molly. She smiled, timidly. "Molly, what the heck is wrong with you?! I just lost my match and all you can do is smile?!" Molly panicked, her lips turning into a tearful frown, "I'm sorry you lost."
Raven marched up to her and slapped her across the face. She tended to her left cheek; her eye felt like it was about to explode with the new, tingling pressure.
" 'Sorry' doesn't give me a win in the record books, does it, Molly?" he shouted. Molly, near tears, shook her head. Raven then took all his strength, and some anger, and shoved her to the ground. Her tears flowed on impact. She looked up at him and held an arm out in weak protest, "Raven! Please, don't hurt me! I love you, you know that!"
Raven stepped over her, one foot on each side of her, and bent to lift her by the hair. As he pulled, she stood, sparing any more pain to her head. Raven held her like so and the pulled his left fist back. Molly shut her eyes tight. She felt the hard knuckles pound against her eye! She began to fall back, but Raven held her still, by the hair, where she was.
"Please. Don't hurt me," she breathed through the pain. Raven pulled back and punched Molly's stomach, letting her go at the same time. She fell back, holding her stomach. She let out cries of pain in between her breaking sobs. Raven nodded down at her and left the room.
Molly panted and sprawled her arms onto the floor. She sighed through her tears, her eyes now open. She felt feeble and drained. 'I'll just close my eyes for a second,' she thought. 'Just one second. I'll be okay.'
She slowly shut her eyelids, releasing her tears. 'I'll be okay.'
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Disclaimer: One thing you should know about this is there is a bit of spousal abuse, but it's what the fic revolves around, okay? Don't like it - Don't read it.
I don't own anyone in this fic. Vince McMahon is a busy man, and I doubt he'll ever see this. But to credit him for creating these characters so people can write about them deserves a thank you. So here I go:
Thanks, Vinnie!
A/N: This is before the whole 'brunette/heel' Molly thing started. So she's still blonde in this one. :)
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Molly Holly was no longer the woman she once was. She used to be cheery. Goofy, even, like Tazz would say. It was always a radiant smile that she wore when she walked down the ramp. She was tough and spoke her mind. She never had to hide anything from anyone. If she had a problem with someone, she'd let them know, with no hesitation.
But all of that dissolved in time. She was a silent woman now. Isolated in her very own pain. It wasn't her fault, although she was always told that it was. She didn't notice anything wrong in any of her actions, but when her boyfriend told her she was wrong, she simply nodded and left it at that.
Every nod slowly shook away her dignity and pride, little by little. Now, she was lucky if she could hide the bruises and the tears she hid. She was even lucky if she could go to the bathroom without telling her boyfriend: Raven.
Molly sat backstage, watching Raven get pummeled in the ring, on a monitor. Her fingers were crossed, in hopes that he'd win. She knew what would happen if he didn't.
She looked away from the monitor and at the mirror on the wall, to her left. She stared at the purple bruise on her left eye. It was slowly healing, surrounded by a yellowish tint of skin. She unclawed the fingers of her left hand and caressed the spot around her eye.
She knew this was not how she should be. She thought of the past, and how she was a fighter. A survivor. Things like this wouldn't happen because she was much stronger. She stood up for it all. Or, at least, she used to.
Molly turned her attention to the monitor at the sound of the bell. She saw Matt Hardy stand and celebrate. Her jaw dropped as Raven rolled out of the ring. She stood and stared at the door. She could get away. She wouldn't fall victim to his hand again.
She could leave, let him come trash the room and calm down. Then she could come back and comfort him. And he'd let her. Yeah, maybe.
Molly glanced at the TV and saw her boyfriend running up the ramp, undoubtedly wanting to release his fury through his fist and onto her body. She waited. She couldn't run. Maybe he'd keep his hands off her. Maybe abuse wasn't on his mind tonight. Maybe.
Raven stormed into the locker room and spotted Molly. She smiled, timidly. "Molly, what the heck is wrong with you?! I just lost my match and all you can do is smile?!" Molly panicked, her lips turning into a tearful frown, "I'm sorry you lost."
Raven marched up to her and slapped her across the face. She tended to her left cheek; her eye felt like it was about to explode with the new, tingling pressure.
" 'Sorry' doesn't give me a win in the record books, does it, Molly?" he shouted. Molly, near tears, shook her head. Raven then took all his strength, and some anger, and shoved her to the ground. Her tears flowed on impact. She looked up at him and held an arm out in weak protest, "Raven! Please, don't hurt me! I love you, you know that!"
Raven stepped over her, one foot on each side of her, and bent to lift her by the hair. As he pulled, she stood, sparing any more pain to her head. Raven held her like so and the pulled his left fist back. Molly shut her eyes tight. She felt the hard knuckles pound against her eye! She began to fall back, but Raven held her still, by the hair, where she was.
"Please. Don't hurt me," she breathed through the pain. Raven pulled back and punched Molly's stomach, letting her go at the same time. She fell back, holding her stomach. She let out cries of pain in between her breaking sobs. Raven nodded down at her and left the room.
Molly panted and sprawled her arms onto the floor. She sighed through her tears, her eyes now open. She felt feeble and drained. 'I'll just close my eyes for a second,' she thought. 'Just one second. I'll be okay.'
She slowly shut her eyelids, releasing her tears. 'I'll be okay.'
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