A/N: Hi hello faithful readers! I've been reading the reviews I've gotten
and I can answer all of your questions...within the next few chapters.
Patience, patience. Everything will be explained. *wink*
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(One more thing, this chapter starts off, continuing that flashback...)
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"Don't worry, Momma. He'll be back," Molly said, helping her mother to her feet. Mrs. Holly straightened her housedress and glared at her daughter. A sinister smile formed on her face and a small chuckle emerged from her lips. With a swift arm, she slapped her child across the face, "You stupid little brat!"
Molly fell across the kitchen floor, holding her throbbing cheek. She looked up at her mother, who stared back down at her, "You're the reason he comes back in the first place! I never should've let him convince me to keep you!" She paused and chuckled at herself, gripping the edge of the kitchen table, her knuckles turning white, "I wanted that abortion..."
Molly's frown trembled as she struggled to keep herself together; to keep her tears hidden, "Mama, you don't mean that!" She backed away, nearly exiting the kitchen. She didn't want to believe what her mother was telling her.
"The hell I don't," Mrs. Holly muttered. She cocked her head and glared at her daughter again, "My life would've been so much easier. I would've been happy! I --- I should've killed you in my woom! Lord knows you tried to kill ME coming out of it!"
(A/N: Line from Psycho 4. It felt like it'd fit.)
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Raven threw punches, left and right, at his victim. The crowd wasn't really behind him but he knew who was, and that was all that mattered. Thoughts of Molly and the baby ran through his mind, fueling his adrenaline and encouraging him. After going for the finisher, he scurried for the pin and closed his eyes, hearing the sound he hadn't heard in a long time. "1-2- 3!"
Backstage, Molly paced, with a protective hand on her abdomen. She paid no attention to the match and could care less about it. Edge's locker room was nearby. His baby was growing inside her, not Raven's. She desperately wanted to tell him, so they could work something out. But still, nothing could be solved. Not while Raven thought the child was his.
With a long sigh, she tried to take Edge off of her mind. If she thought of him more, she'd only kill herself inside, for wanting to tell him but being unable to. She carefully sat on the bench and awaited the arrival of Raven. When he flew into the room, she forced a smile and hugged him. His hold on her was gentler than it used to be, but it wasn't comfortable. It seemed as if Edge was the only one who could hold her right.
"Congratulations," she whispered, kissing him on the cheek. His hands reached for her abdomen, and he felt for signs of the baby. Molly watched his fingers wander along her stomach, and she grew worrisome. It had seemed so wrong for Raven to lay hands on something that wasn't his. She knew that if Edge had known, and they'd been happy, he wouldn't want Raven anywhere near it.
"I thought of you the whole time. You and the baby," His voice softened and he took her hands in his, "You're my motivation. Molly, I'm so glad you're back in my life."
He hugged her tightly, her chin resting on his shoulder, "...Me too," she uttered, not really meaning it.
**
As Molly struggled with the card key, her frustrations seemed to grow. She realized she'd have to carry on with this shenanigan that she loved Raven. She thought she did, but now, things didn't seem right. Everything before No Mercy had seemed perfect. Moments with Edge flashed into her mind and she shook them off, remembering that she no longer wanted to worry about him.
When she stepped into the room, her eyes widened at what she saw.
"Hi, Molly," Edge said, quietly, half-expecting Raven to be right behind her.
Molly dropped her things, the shock erasing her strength to hold anything, "Edge. What are you doing here? Raven will be here soon," She lied. Raven had checked into a separate hotel room, for the last time, perhaps.
"That's okay. If he comes, I'll take it like a man and let him kick my ass. I'm not worried about him. I just needed to talk to you," He replied, standing up. He walked up to her and closed the room door, causing her suspecting eyes to follow.
"What did you mean that night?" He asked, straight out. He didn't feel like going through an introduction as to why he was so curious.
"What night?" Molly asked, her eyes shifting. Up until now, she hoped he'd never being that up. Then again, she'd also hoped to never see or talk to him again.
Edge shook his head and sat on the bed again, "Last night. You said if you had to be honest, we'd have to go back to day one. But what did that mean?"
// "Sometimes, I feel like the one nobody loved." //
That night. Her secret had been revealed to the man she thought could help her. Comparing that time to now, it only seemed like he'd made things worse.
// "Somebody loves you, Molly. You just don't know it yet." //
And the attempted kiss. Secretly, she'd wanted it. But her fear of the ramifications made her make him stop, and she regretted making him look like a fool. "What I meant was we would have to go back to...when it all started," she lied again. She wouldn't dare tell him about that attempt he made.
"When what all started, Molly? Tell me, I'll understand!" He urged, coming up to her and taking her arms, gently, in his hands. He stared at her longingly, searching for her; for the Molly he'd grown to love. She seemed to be hidden right now. More lies?
Sensing his curiosity of her, she looked down and away from him, trying to think of an answer. He wouldn't take that as a reply and lifted her chin, forcing her to look at him, "Tell me."
Reaching for the necklace's charm, which was tucked under her shirt, she grasped it, closing her eyes. He watched her intently, not wanting to bring up the necklace. In fact, he was glad she still had it.
"Remember...the first time I came to you? And I told you everything?" She asked, her eyes still shut and her hand still wrapped around the heart. Edge nodded, "Yes." She bit her lip, struggling to find the right words. Holding the charm a little tighter, she continued, "I..."
She sighed, upset, and released the necklace, "Nevermind." Opening her eyes, she noticed Edge appeared to be dying to hear her finish. "I'm sorry. I guess I can't tell you."
She gently, but forcefully, pushed Edge toward the door, not wanting to fight the temptation of letting him stay, "Get out."
Edge tried to fight his way back into the room, but became trapped in the doorway, "No, no! Molly, tell me! You know you can tell me! I'll--- I'll help you in this fight against him! I won't let anything happen to you!"
He was halfway out the door when Molly froze.
// "I'm going to help you in this fight against him, Molly. I'm not going to let anything happen to you." //
Liar. "Get out!" She shouted, near tears. She turned her head so she couldn't see him as her hands shoved him. Slamming the door behind him, she slid down the wall and wept, her face buried in her knees and her hands holding her together in a ball.
"Molly?" Edge whispered, gently knocking on the door. "Molly?!"
She lifted her head and listened to his pleas. The crawling sensation returned and she stumbled to her feet, running into the bathroom. As she threw up, Edge began to pound on the door, "MOLLY!"
Flushing she toilet, she grasped the seat for dear life. Edge had ruined everything. He must've been crazy to think she'd ever love him...again.
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Enjoy!
(One more thing, this chapter starts off, continuing that flashback...)
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"Don't worry, Momma. He'll be back," Molly said, helping her mother to her feet. Mrs. Holly straightened her housedress and glared at her daughter. A sinister smile formed on her face and a small chuckle emerged from her lips. With a swift arm, she slapped her child across the face, "You stupid little brat!"
Molly fell across the kitchen floor, holding her throbbing cheek. She looked up at her mother, who stared back down at her, "You're the reason he comes back in the first place! I never should've let him convince me to keep you!" She paused and chuckled at herself, gripping the edge of the kitchen table, her knuckles turning white, "I wanted that abortion..."
Molly's frown trembled as she struggled to keep herself together; to keep her tears hidden, "Mama, you don't mean that!" She backed away, nearly exiting the kitchen. She didn't want to believe what her mother was telling her.
"The hell I don't," Mrs. Holly muttered. She cocked her head and glared at her daughter again, "My life would've been so much easier. I would've been happy! I --- I should've killed you in my woom! Lord knows you tried to kill ME coming out of it!"
(A/N: Line from Psycho 4. It felt like it'd fit.)
**
Raven threw punches, left and right, at his victim. The crowd wasn't really behind him but he knew who was, and that was all that mattered. Thoughts of Molly and the baby ran through his mind, fueling his adrenaline and encouraging him. After going for the finisher, he scurried for the pin and closed his eyes, hearing the sound he hadn't heard in a long time. "1-2- 3!"
Backstage, Molly paced, with a protective hand on her abdomen. She paid no attention to the match and could care less about it. Edge's locker room was nearby. His baby was growing inside her, not Raven's. She desperately wanted to tell him, so they could work something out. But still, nothing could be solved. Not while Raven thought the child was his.
With a long sigh, she tried to take Edge off of her mind. If she thought of him more, she'd only kill herself inside, for wanting to tell him but being unable to. She carefully sat on the bench and awaited the arrival of Raven. When he flew into the room, she forced a smile and hugged him. His hold on her was gentler than it used to be, but it wasn't comfortable. It seemed as if Edge was the only one who could hold her right.
"Congratulations," she whispered, kissing him on the cheek. His hands reached for her abdomen, and he felt for signs of the baby. Molly watched his fingers wander along her stomach, and she grew worrisome. It had seemed so wrong for Raven to lay hands on something that wasn't his. She knew that if Edge had known, and they'd been happy, he wouldn't want Raven anywhere near it.
"I thought of you the whole time. You and the baby," His voice softened and he took her hands in his, "You're my motivation. Molly, I'm so glad you're back in my life."
He hugged her tightly, her chin resting on his shoulder, "...Me too," she uttered, not really meaning it.
**
As Molly struggled with the card key, her frustrations seemed to grow. She realized she'd have to carry on with this shenanigan that she loved Raven. She thought she did, but now, things didn't seem right. Everything before No Mercy had seemed perfect. Moments with Edge flashed into her mind and she shook them off, remembering that she no longer wanted to worry about him.
When she stepped into the room, her eyes widened at what she saw.
"Hi, Molly," Edge said, quietly, half-expecting Raven to be right behind her.
Molly dropped her things, the shock erasing her strength to hold anything, "Edge. What are you doing here? Raven will be here soon," She lied. Raven had checked into a separate hotel room, for the last time, perhaps.
"That's okay. If he comes, I'll take it like a man and let him kick my ass. I'm not worried about him. I just needed to talk to you," He replied, standing up. He walked up to her and closed the room door, causing her suspecting eyes to follow.
"What did you mean that night?" He asked, straight out. He didn't feel like going through an introduction as to why he was so curious.
"What night?" Molly asked, her eyes shifting. Up until now, she hoped he'd never being that up. Then again, she'd also hoped to never see or talk to him again.
Edge shook his head and sat on the bed again, "Last night. You said if you had to be honest, we'd have to go back to day one. But what did that mean?"
// "Sometimes, I feel like the one nobody loved." //
That night. Her secret had been revealed to the man she thought could help her. Comparing that time to now, it only seemed like he'd made things worse.
// "Somebody loves you, Molly. You just don't know it yet." //
And the attempted kiss. Secretly, she'd wanted it. But her fear of the ramifications made her make him stop, and she regretted making him look like a fool. "What I meant was we would have to go back to...when it all started," she lied again. She wouldn't dare tell him about that attempt he made.
"When what all started, Molly? Tell me, I'll understand!" He urged, coming up to her and taking her arms, gently, in his hands. He stared at her longingly, searching for her; for the Molly he'd grown to love. She seemed to be hidden right now. More lies?
Sensing his curiosity of her, she looked down and away from him, trying to think of an answer. He wouldn't take that as a reply and lifted her chin, forcing her to look at him, "Tell me."
Reaching for the necklace's charm, which was tucked under her shirt, she grasped it, closing her eyes. He watched her intently, not wanting to bring up the necklace. In fact, he was glad she still had it.
"Remember...the first time I came to you? And I told you everything?" She asked, her eyes still shut and her hand still wrapped around the heart. Edge nodded, "Yes." She bit her lip, struggling to find the right words. Holding the charm a little tighter, she continued, "I..."
She sighed, upset, and released the necklace, "Nevermind." Opening her eyes, she noticed Edge appeared to be dying to hear her finish. "I'm sorry. I guess I can't tell you."
She gently, but forcefully, pushed Edge toward the door, not wanting to fight the temptation of letting him stay, "Get out."
Edge tried to fight his way back into the room, but became trapped in the doorway, "No, no! Molly, tell me! You know you can tell me! I'll--- I'll help you in this fight against him! I won't let anything happen to you!"
He was halfway out the door when Molly froze.
// "I'm going to help you in this fight against him, Molly. I'm not going to let anything happen to you." //
Liar. "Get out!" She shouted, near tears. She turned her head so she couldn't see him as her hands shoved him. Slamming the door behind him, she slid down the wall and wept, her face buried in her knees and her hands holding her together in a ball.
"Molly?" Edge whispered, gently knocking on the door. "Molly?!"
She lifted her head and listened to his pleas. The crawling sensation returned and she stumbled to her feet, running into the bathroom. As she threw up, Edge began to pound on the door, "MOLLY!"
Flushing she toilet, she grasped the seat for dear life. Edge had ruined everything. He must've been crazy to think she'd ever love him...again.
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