Johnny laid Molly gently on the couch, "I'll be back in a sec, ok?"
Molly feebly nodded in response to Johnny.
Within seconds, Johnny returned with a wet rag, disinfectant, and bandages. He rubbed the back of Molly's head carefully, wiping the blood away. He poured on the disinfectant, and she grunted at the stinging sensation.
He hushed her, wrapping the bandage around her skull, "Alright, you need to rest." He picked her up, her eyes shut "This couch really isn't all that comfortable, but I have a bed in the back that's never used. You can sleep there." He smoothly walked to the back room.
The room was dark and cold, but it was very clean. It smelled faintly of leaves and earth. There was a window near the far side of the bed. Moonlight fell in like a waterfall, gentle and blue. Johnny knew this room wasn't haunted by the demons that infested the rest of the house.
He sat Molly down by the side closest to the window and rubbed her soft red hair; he turned and cracked the window to let the autumn warmth in. He just had grabbed the door that was slightly closed to leave the room when Molly made a helpless groan. Alerted, Johnny went to her side.
"What is it?" His tone was annoyed.
"Johnny, can you stay in here?"
"Why?" He was shocked.
She forced herself to sit up, grunting, "Well, you tried to murder me. I'm not sure I can trust you not to come back in here and try it again."
Johnny rolled his eyes, "Fine, fine. I'll stay." He sat Indian style on the bed and watched Molly lay back down, the look of fear in her eyes.
After some time in the small room Johnny had sunk into a laying position, his hands folded on his chest. He stared up at the ceiling, thinking of why Molly couldn't trust him anymore. It riddled his mind; he turned his head and looked at her. She had fallen deep into sleep and her artificially red hair set delicately tucked behind her ear.
Then his brain shut down and he felt something come over him. His thoughts stopped and his mind went blank. He felt numb and he couldn't stop himself. His thoughts became sinful; he grabbed Molly's shoulder and woke her with a shake. He was a zombie. Something was the master, and he was the puppet.
Her eyes hazed, and she looked up at Johnny, whom towered over her. She suddenly felt worried, seeing his face so blank and lustful. "J-Johnny what are you doing!" she cried. He looked over her, gazing into her eyes. She saw them empty and soulless. She began to thrash under him.
He paid no heed to her concern; he grabbed both her wrists and held her down, sitting on her waist.
Molly twisted beneath his weight, "Johnny what the hell are you do-" she was interrupted by her own silence and quit struggling. Her mind became as blank and numb as Johnny's and obliged to the sudden urge. She was the dummy.
They locked lips, sending themselves into a world that couldn't be seen by any other man. They were concealed by fall night's humid air.
Johnny, his eyes glazed, groggily sat himself up in the bed. "I fell asleep..." He felt his forehead, "God, why does my head hurt?" He looked down. His eyes widened and he jumped, "Where the hell are my clothes?" His eyes shot around the room to find Molly curled into a ball of nakedness. He screamed.
"Nny, why the fuck are you screaming?" Molly sat up, "Johnny, why the fuck are you naked?"
"Why am I naked? Why are you naked?"
"I am not-" She looked down, "Shit!" she grabbed the blanket and covered herself. "Nny, you don't suppose we-"
"NO!" Johnny yelled, "I would never do such a disgusting act like that, the very thought of it makes me sick."
"Nny, think, we must have, I mean... Look around. This bed, it was spotless and perfectly neat. Now look at it." She felt around for her clothes, "Not to mention the fact that we are fucking naked." She got her clothes and put them on, putting her hood up on her sweatshirt, "I'm going to the drug store."
"Why?" Johnny squinted.
"I'm buying a pregnancy test, just in case."
"We didn't do anything!" Johnny whined.
"You sound like a teenager trying to reassure their parents." She glared at Johnny, "When I come back, you should have clothes on." She left, grunting to herself.
"But we- oh never mind." Johnny flopped onto the bed. He sighed, did we really do it? But I don't understand. I don't like Molly that way. Or... no... What did I do last night? He stared at the ceiling. He tried to remember what happened the night before, but it all seems to be black.
The door bell buzzed. Johnny realized he was still naked, "Shit..." he whispered. He struggled to get his clothes, "Hang on, I'll be there in a sec."
He rushed to the door, his hair a mess and his clothes resembling that of a walrus. "Yes?" he said looking out the front door. No one was there. "Damn teens." He about stepped out to rant when his foot hit something. "-The hell?"
It was a basket; there was a lumpy blue blanket and a small yellow envelope in it.
"What the hell is this?" Johnny walked inside and slammed the door with his foot. He made his way to the kitchen and sat the basket down on a dirty counter. He examined the envelope. The tore it open, and read the tiny letter.
Dear Mister or Misses
I have a painful dilemma, my little baby boy cannot be mine. The father is after me. I fear he may kill our baby in his anger. I drove as far away as I could, looking for an under-the-radar type home for him. The father would never look here, so please take care of him. And I know what you're thinking. Why didn't this crazy chick take the kid to an orphanage? If I did that the father would adopt him. And who knows what would happen. This little treasure's name is Rikki. Love him, and take care of him. Stranger... You're my only hope...
Love,
H.
"This is a kid?" Johnny lifted a blanket, and sure enough there was a little baby, he had brown hair and bright green eyes. The little person giggled at the sight of Johnny. "Fook... First I have to deal with the whole nightmare with Molly, now this." Johnny looked up, "Why God? Why are you trying to fuck me up?"
About fifteen minutes later Molly came back, a small bag from the drug store. "Nny, I'm back."
"Oh, uh Molly," Johnny poked his head out of the kitchen, "Before you do the test can you come in here for a sec?"
"What is it?" She sat the bag on the couch and went into the kitchen. "Alright, what is it?"
Johnny pointed to the basket shyly.
Molly kept eye contact, slowly inching her way to the basket. She looked down and gasped, "Johnny where and why did this baby come from?"
Johnny handed her the note, "Uh, this explains it."
She read the note carefully, "Oh God... Oh Johnny..." She looked up from the paper, "I-I'm going to do the test now." She took a deep breath.
"Molly, I'm nervous." He paused, "What if we did do what... we... think we did." His heart jumped, "What if you are pregnant?"
"I-I don't know..." She glided from the living room to the bathroom, remembering to grab the test.
Johnny paced in front of the bathroom door.
Molly came out of the bathroom, "We need to wait five minutes before we know."
Johnny put his face in his hands and groaned, "Molly... I don't want this." He shivered, "I'm not the kind of guy to be taking care of kids." He looked up, his face red, he was holding back tears, "And what about Rikki out there?"
"I don't know Johnny... I just don't know..."