"You ready to go?" Davy whispered. His trembling hands grabbed onto Molly's. She sighed, nodding quickly and he opened the window, helping her crawl out. He climbed out, himself, and grabbed her hand as they ran. They could hear the sirens in the distance but tried not to get distracted by them.

"Keep going," he would say, "we have to keep going."

The two ran across the beach and down one of the nature trails. They ran until the only sounds they heard were their pounding hearts and heavy footsteps. Molly sat down on a rock to catch her breath, Davy pacing beside her.

"You're making me nervous." She said quietly and he froze.

"Sorry. I'm not exactly calm, myself." He muttered with slight aggression in his tone. But it wasn't to her, and she knew that.

"You told the police over the phone what happened. We should be fine." She sighed, voice quivering slightly. Then it all hit him.

"Molly, are you hurt?" Davy asked hesitantly, crouching down and grabbing her hands. She shook her head.

"No, I'm not hurt. He just freaked me out, that's all."

Davy nodded and sighed, tears filling in his eyes.

"I'm so sorry," he mumbled, "I should've known better than to leave you with him,"

"David..." Molly turned his face to meet hers. She smiled a weary smile.

"I'm okay. It would've been much worse if you didn't come in when you did. He probably would've hurt me if it weren't for you."

He nodded and she kissed him.

"I love you, Molly. I promise I won't let anything like that happen again."

"I love you, too. And I know."

She stood, looking around.

"Do you know where we are?"

He replied with a slight nod.

"Yeah, it's about a ten-minute walk to the hospital."

Molly smiled and grabbed his hand.

"Lead the way, then."

The two walked there in complete silence. Something they had never done while together.

"Your father came to the pad." Davy wasted no time getting to the point when he finally entered Mike's room. Molly stayed in the hallway, choosing to give the boys some privacy.

"He must've been wasted or something when he was there. He was looking for you."

Davy sighed and sat down. He didn't know what to tell.

"I-I let him in. And then called the cops on him. I wanted to keep him in and stall until they got there. He, uh, ended up getting his hands on Molly when I went upstairs to make the call...he stopped when I came back in. Guess I intimidated him a little bit," He laughed a little before remembering. He shouldn't be laughing.

"He kept asking me where you were. I told him I didn't know and he called me a liar. He kept yelling curses at me and at you, even broke a bottle and tried to hold it to my throat. He thought I was your..."

He coughed.

"Well, uh, he thought I was your boyfriend, Mike." He breathed a deep sigh, not sure if he should even continue.

"He kept calling you a, uh, a f****t...he called me that a few times too, actually..." he cringed at the word and looked up at the Texan, wondering what his response would be.

"And Mike, I don't know if he was telling the truth or not. But, well, I just want you to know that if that is true, then we wouldn't mind. You know Peter's all about free love and that sort of stuff. I know Micky and I would be happy if you were. As long as he's good to you, then I approve. And I'd support you both along the way. I just wanted you to know that."

He smiled, hoping Mike knew the love and support that he did have.