A/N: Okay for clarification, Molly hugged her Aunt Rachel at the end and
Ross is mad at Monica for leaving her daughter and acting like she doesn't
even exist.
Never in my life have I been this terrified. Today was the day that I was finally going to see my parents and actually talk to them again. Uncle Joey and Aunt Rach are gonna be there to support me, but I still don't know if I can do it or not. I don't know what to say or how to act. Should I tell them that I'm missing home, or tell them the truth, that I love living with Rachel?
"Molly?" Rachel called out as she walked into my room a week before the impending meeting.
"Yea?"
"Supper's ready."
"Okay, I'm coming." I replied as I put my guitar away and walked to the kitchen.
Conversation over dinner was light. I didn't know exactly how to bring up my fears about seeing my parents.
"So Mol, how was school today?" my aunt asked.
"It was okay. I think that I failed a west civ test though."
"Oh well just make it up on the next one."
My mom would have flipped out at that but Aunt Rachel seemed to understand all that I was going through and let me slide on this test. I don't know it I can ever live with my mom again. With this realization I excused myself from the table and told Rachel that I was going to take a walk outside before it got dark. She agreed and after grabbing a coat I was gone.
I walked aimlessly around for a while not really knowing if I should go somewhere special or just continue walking. I decided to go to the special tree. I saw it as I approached the man sitting under my tree. I slowed down on my walk and when I got close enough I noticed that it was my father. Putting my hood up and shoving my hands into my pockets I hurried by him and it saddened me that he didn't even recognize his own daughter. But then it occurred to me that when I lived at home I used every excuse to get out of the house. So they never really saw me but still I didn't blame myself, it was their fault for letting me die inside and nothing could take that away from me. I though that I was a safe distance away from the tree so I took my hood down revealing my red hair.
"MOLLY!!" a voice rang out.
My dad. I had to get away as fast as I could so I started to run. Out of the park and on the side of the street. I thought that no cars were coming but when I went to cross the street I found out otherwise.
Flying into the front of the oncoming car I broke the glass and rolled over the top and off the back of the still moving vehicle. My body hit the pavement with a sickening thud as the bystanders stared in shock. I couldn't see anything and I was scared to death. I could feel the glass digging into my back from the windshield and my hands were laying on more shattered glass. I heard my dad scream my name and felt him lift my head but then I saw black.
The next thing that I knew was that I was lying in a hospital bed and my body hurt like hell. I was scared and I wanted my mother, who I thought was Rachel, she was the only person who acted like she even really cared.
"Rachel." I crooked as I opened my eyes and looked besides my bed. To my surprise Rachel was sitting next to me with tears running down her face. When she heard me call her name she looked shocked and happy.
"Oh my gosh honey how are you feeling?"
"I feel like crap. What happened?"
"Well to put it lightly, you hit a car and now have a broken arm."
"That's all that I broke?"
"Yea it's a miracle."
"When do I get to go home?"
"Well you still have that meeting with your parents but probably..."
"No," I interrupted her. "I mean when do I get to go home with you."
The smile on her face was hard to miss, but the sadness that lingered in her eyes was still there.
"What about your parents Molly? They care about you."
"I know but let me at least get better with you before I have to talk to my parents. I just can't deal with that right now."
"I guess that would be okay."
"Thanks Aunt Rach. Now I'm gonna go to sleep I tired."
"Sure."
I drifted off into a deep sleep and the dream I had then was one with memories that I had tried to hide too many times but this time I couldn't get away from them. They kept coming at me, attacking me and I couldn't fight my way out of it. I was drowning and I wanted to wake up but my nightmares had only just started.
In my dream I relived my whole childhood. All of the times that I knew that I didn't fit in to the last time I was at home. My dad..he was so mad at me he looked like he never wanted me to begin with and I didn't really know what to do except react. The images came at me fast and furious and I got scared as I saw all of the times that my parents looked like they didn't want me. I would do anything for them to accept me but that's not the way the world works, and now 15 years later I know that.
I woke up in a cold sweat and the room seemed to be spinning. I looked to my left and there was my father sitting there smiling at me. I screamed, louder then anyone could have thought that I could and I didn't stop until Rachel was by my side and my father was gone. It would be a long haul from then on out and I knew that I could do it before but now...I didn't even want to exist.
Never in my life have I been this terrified. Today was the day that I was finally going to see my parents and actually talk to them again. Uncle Joey and Aunt Rach are gonna be there to support me, but I still don't know if I can do it or not. I don't know what to say or how to act. Should I tell them that I'm missing home, or tell them the truth, that I love living with Rachel?
"Molly?" Rachel called out as she walked into my room a week before the impending meeting.
"Yea?"
"Supper's ready."
"Okay, I'm coming." I replied as I put my guitar away and walked to the kitchen.
Conversation over dinner was light. I didn't know exactly how to bring up my fears about seeing my parents.
"So Mol, how was school today?" my aunt asked.
"It was okay. I think that I failed a west civ test though."
"Oh well just make it up on the next one."
My mom would have flipped out at that but Aunt Rachel seemed to understand all that I was going through and let me slide on this test. I don't know it I can ever live with my mom again. With this realization I excused myself from the table and told Rachel that I was going to take a walk outside before it got dark. She agreed and after grabbing a coat I was gone.
I walked aimlessly around for a while not really knowing if I should go somewhere special or just continue walking. I decided to go to the special tree. I saw it as I approached the man sitting under my tree. I slowed down on my walk and when I got close enough I noticed that it was my father. Putting my hood up and shoving my hands into my pockets I hurried by him and it saddened me that he didn't even recognize his own daughter. But then it occurred to me that when I lived at home I used every excuse to get out of the house. So they never really saw me but still I didn't blame myself, it was their fault for letting me die inside and nothing could take that away from me. I though that I was a safe distance away from the tree so I took my hood down revealing my red hair.
"MOLLY!!" a voice rang out.
My dad. I had to get away as fast as I could so I started to run. Out of the park and on the side of the street. I thought that no cars were coming but when I went to cross the street I found out otherwise.
Flying into the front of the oncoming car I broke the glass and rolled over the top and off the back of the still moving vehicle. My body hit the pavement with a sickening thud as the bystanders stared in shock. I couldn't see anything and I was scared to death. I could feel the glass digging into my back from the windshield and my hands were laying on more shattered glass. I heard my dad scream my name and felt him lift my head but then I saw black.
The next thing that I knew was that I was lying in a hospital bed and my body hurt like hell. I was scared and I wanted my mother, who I thought was Rachel, she was the only person who acted like she even really cared.
"Rachel." I crooked as I opened my eyes and looked besides my bed. To my surprise Rachel was sitting next to me with tears running down her face. When she heard me call her name she looked shocked and happy.
"Oh my gosh honey how are you feeling?"
"I feel like crap. What happened?"
"Well to put it lightly, you hit a car and now have a broken arm."
"That's all that I broke?"
"Yea it's a miracle."
"When do I get to go home?"
"Well you still have that meeting with your parents but probably..."
"No," I interrupted her. "I mean when do I get to go home with you."
The smile on her face was hard to miss, but the sadness that lingered in her eyes was still there.
"What about your parents Molly? They care about you."
"I know but let me at least get better with you before I have to talk to my parents. I just can't deal with that right now."
"I guess that would be okay."
"Thanks Aunt Rach. Now I'm gonna go to sleep I tired."
"Sure."
I drifted off into a deep sleep and the dream I had then was one with memories that I had tried to hide too many times but this time I couldn't get away from them. They kept coming at me, attacking me and I couldn't fight my way out of it. I was drowning and I wanted to wake up but my nightmares had only just started.
In my dream I relived my whole childhood. All of the times that I knew that I didn't fit in to the last time I was at home. My dad..he was so mad at me he looked like he never wanted me to begin with and I didn't really know what to do except react. The images came at me fast and furious and I got scared as I saw all of the times that my parents looked like they didn't want me. I would do anything for them to accept me but that's not the way the world works, and now 15 years later I know that.
I woke up in a cold sweat and the room seemed to be spinning. I looked to my left and there was my father sitting there smiling at me. I screamed, louder then anyone could have thought that I could and I didn't stop until Rachel was by my side and my father was gone. It would be a long haul from then on out and I knew that I could do it before but now...I didn't even want to exist.