Dylan is out of luck
Molly misses the train
Dylan is feeling pretty pleased with himself. He thinks he's managed to finish the relationship with Marie. He's not heard from her since she stormed out of the hotel in Dorset on Sunday afternoon. It was actually the call from Molly which delivered the final blow to the whole sorry affair. Marie had started completely flipping out during the call about his inability to leave Molly. Her hysterics had made it pretty hard for him to concentrate on what Molly had been saying to him, but thankfully he'd managed to get Molly off the phone before Marie had gone into complete fucking meltdown. It hadn't been pleasant; she had shouted, screamed and hurled things at him, but ultimately she had left, he was free of her and Molly was none the wiser.
Admittedly his early homecoming with Molly didn't go quite as well as expected. He'd thought that surprising her at the end of her shift with flowers would go down really well, but she seemed almost annoyed to see him and was suspicious of why he'd bought her flowers. There had also been that weird exchange between Molly and that good-looking guy who was hanging around at the bar. Whoever he was, he'd not stuck around for long once he'd turned up.
By the time they'd got home, Molly seemed to have calmed down a bit. He'd done a bit of grovelling for leaving her to work for the weekend, had run her a relaxing bath and had even managed to shag her. It wasn't his best performance, he'd not been particularly giving to her, but he'd desperately needed the release after the stress of the afternoon and it felt good to assert and re-affirm his ownership of her especially with the other guy sniffing around.
The other good news is that Molly has been approached about a new PR job with some international agency setting up in London. She's got an initial interview with the CEO this evening at 8pm. It would be great for her to be earning a decent salary again, to see them over until he finishes his book.
At that moment, his phone pings with a text message.
[ We need to talk. Come to my apartment at 7.45pm tonight. Marie ]
He's determined he's not going to play her games.
[ What do we need to talk about? ]
[ Just be there Dylan. Or else you will regret it. 7.45pm. Don't be late. ]
And there it is. The summons. His good mood and confidence evaporates. The threat is clear. This is what he has always been afraid of with Marie, that she will do something to jeopardise his and Molly's relationship. Of course he will go to her apartment and deal with whatever it is Marie needs to tell him.
Luckily, the timing coincides nicely with Molly's interview so he'll be able to sneak out without having to make up any more lies about where he is going and he can make sure he is back before Molly gets home.
-OG-
He arrives at Marie's apartment bang on time. Marie opens the door, wearing one of his shirts and true to form, very little else. She hands him a glass of wine and encourages him to come in and sit down. He meekly follows her lead feeling his resolve, to hear what she has to say and get the hell out of there as quickly as possible, weakening.
She's sat down beside him and he's finding it awkward as she fawns over him, apologising for storming out of their hotel room. She's edging closer and closer towards him and he's running out of sofa.
He's aware of the panic in his voice, but tries to sound assertive, "Marie. It's over. You finished it."
She stops and is looking at him with renewed determination, "Not quite Dylan. There's someone else to consider now."
He's wondering what the hell she is going on about and just where this conversation is going when there is a ring on the doorbell.
She stands up, causally checking her watch, "Ah, saved by the bell. Can you get that Dylan whilst I nip to the toilet?"
He gets up and goes to the front door, glad of the chance to get off the sofa and away from Marie's advances. He opens the door to find Molly, standing there nervously holding her hands.
He can't process this development quick enough, and manages to stammer out, "Molly?!... What are you doing here?"
She looks equally surprised, "Dylan?!... What are you doin' here at me interview?"
At this moment Marie appears, looking extremely pleased with herself and not at all apologetic, "Ah, Molly. I'm sorry, but I'm not going to be able to do your interview right now. I need to talk to your boyfriend about whether to keep his baby or not."
He's still struggling to process this situation, "Marie, what the hell are you talking about? What baby?"
Marie just looks at him and waves a pregnancy test. "Our baby Dylan."
She looks slyly at Molly and sounds positively jubilent, "Oh Molly, I'm so sorry you had to hear about it this way..."
All colour has drained from Molly's face and her body seems to have crumpled. He knows he's got to act fast to try to salvage something from Marie's coup, "Molly, please."
Molly hasn't said anything, and is now turning away and starting to run towards the stairs at the end of the corridor. She's gaining speed and he's following her, "Molly. Don't run, please wait."
Suddenly she's no longer on her feet, but falling down the stairs, shrieking and desperately trying to grab the banister or anything else to stop herself. There is a sickening thud as she hits the wall at the bottom of the stairs and then there is silence and he's appalled to realise that she's not moving.
Molly catches the train
Dylan is sat on the sofa, surrounded by dirty crockery, empty beer cans and take away cartons.
It's not just the house which has descended into chaos since Molly made it clear they were finished, that night at the launch party.
He's been given an ultimatum by his publisher to deliver a first draft of his book within 2 weeks or else they will drop him and reclaim the advance from future royalties from his first book. He's hardly written anything and what he has done is shit. He's too embarrassed to even show it to his editor.
He's had to borrow money from his mother to settle his debts because he spent all his second book advance on impressing Marie. He's now been served notice on the house because since Molly left he's not been paying the rent.
With nowhere to live and no income, he's going to have to move back to Newport, to live with his mother. The celebrated published author who turned his back on his friends and family when he briefly tasted success and a bit of cash.
He's had to explain everything to his mother who was so bitterly disappointed in him. She has always adored Molly and fully expected her to become her daughter-in-law one day and eventually mother to her grandchildren.
Although she didn't say it, he knew she was thinking that Geraint would never have treated a girl, he supposedly loved, so badly. If he's honest he knows that Geraint wouldn't have done it either. He was always a much better person. A much better son.
The only positive out of the whole sorry mess is that, thankfully, the relationship with Marie is completely over. She lost interest pretty quickly when she realised he was still pining for Molly.
He briefly wonders whether he should try to speak to Molly again, try to catch her on her own, away from the restaurant and that bloody scary guy who stepped in before. He discounts this thought, he knows it is pointless. Molly was pretty definitive in her text the day after the launch. He brings up the message, reading it for the hundredth time.
[ Dylan. Do not try to contact me again. You lost that right when you cheated on me. I've moved on and am with someone else now. Molly ]
He knows he has to accept that their relationship is over and it is entirely, 100 percent, his fault. He completely fucked up and has lost the best thing that has ever happened to him.