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Molly's POV
I never went back to the room, the boat docked before I needed to. I'm glad since I didn't want to talk to Max. Not after what he had said to me.
"So I guess you guys will be heading off now?" Ray asked. Max and I nodded, Max's arm around my waist. I could feel how tense he was and could tell he was still mad but we still had to keep up our act.
"Yeah, we're goanna catch a plane to Canada," Max said, his grip on my waist tightening. He knew I wanted to make a remark.
"Well then…it's a big goodbye from all of us," Ramona said, smiling at us. I nodded, stepping out of Max's arms and into hers, hugging her tightly.
"Bye…I'm goanna miss you guys," I mumbled as I moved from Ramona to Tess. She hugged me tightly.
"Don't be mad at him honey, he only wanted what's best," she whispered in my ear as I pulled back. I had only told Tess about what had happened between me and Max (Leaving out the part where I tried to seduce him to get my way). She was very understanding and tried to help.
"I'll try," I mumbled as I pulled back. She gave me one last smile as I stepped back into Max's arms.
"Well…we'll be going now," Max said awkwardly, already pulling me towards the car services by the docks.
"Good luck with the show!" I shouted as Max got in the car.
"Good luck with your lives together!" Ray shouted, waving us on. I smiled as I got in the car after Max. As soon as we started driving my smile dropped and I turned my glare on Max.
"I still hate you," I said dryly before turning to face the front.
Max's POV
Finally things were starting to get easier, two quick plane rides and then we were home. And yet my mind was still troubled.
Molly hadn't said a word since her statement in the car on the way to the airport. She hated me? And what did the still mean? Up until our fight in the cabin earlier I thought we were getting along great.
I wanted to ask but I knew talking to her about it would only make her angrier. Well if she was going to hate me and be a baby about not getting her way then fine.
Once we reached the airport Molly and I went straight to ticket purchase. The woman there smiled at us. To be polite, I smiled back even though I really didn't feel like it.
"Hello, how may I help you?" she asked.
"We're looking to get the next flight to Canada?" I asked. The woman nodded, typing on her computer for a few seconds.
"Ok that will be $7,000." she said and my eyebrows shot up.
"Wow…uh ok. Molly, give me the money," I said, only to have her bag hit me full on the chest. "Thank you Molly," I groaned, opening the bag. As I sifted around I realised that there was a substantial amount gone. I pulled out what was left and counted it. "Molly…why is there only $4,000 left?" I asked. She shrugged.
"I don't know? You were in charge of money until we got on the ship and its not like we bought anything while on board!" she snapped, avoiding my eyes. I groaned.
"Is there some inconvenience?" the woman asked, still smiling. I groaned, rubbing my eye.
"It appears that we don't have enough money for a flight to Canada. How far can $4,000 take us?" I asked. More typing before the woman looked back up.
"You can afford…two coach tickets back to Australia, two first class tickets to Kenya or two second class tickets to Rio." my eyebrows rose and I looked down at Molly.
"Well look how that turned out," I said. She shrugged.
"Your money," she said. I glared at her.
"Sir?" I looked over at the woman. "If you're not going to purchase a flight then please move along." I sighed. I noticed Molly behind me, looking bored.
"Fine. We'll take the flight to Rio," I groaned, handing her the money. She smiled as she took the money, printing up the tickets. I snatched them from her, giving her one last fake smile before I headed for the gates, Molly following on behind me.
I sat in my seat by the window, glaring outside. Molly was next to me, her eyes closed as she listened to the iPod I didn't know she had been carrying with her this whole time. I was still troubled by my thoughts but, like I said earlier, I wasn't going to bother with her.
Suddenly the plane jolted and Molly's eyes flew open, her hand grabbing the arm rest tightly. What she didn't grasp was the fact that I had already been holding the arm rest so she was currently squeezing the life out of my hand.
I groaned, the pain surprisingly harsh. Molly was stronger then she looked. The plane started to move more, getting ready to take off, and the pain in my hand increased. I'm glad she wasn't gripping the wrist with the bracelet around it, that would have been unbearable.
"Molly," I finally groaned, breaking the almost two hour silence between us. "Please let go."
"You let go," she mumbled back, her eyes still closed. I sighed, taking her hand in my free one, rubbing the back of it with my fingers and thumb.
"Molly, you're going to be fine. This is the first time a trip is going to be quick and easy and if something happens, I promise that I will do everything in my power to protect you," I said. Even though I'm mad at her, I'm being completely serious.
I would never let anything hurt Molly.
Slowly her eyes cracked open, looking up at me fearfully. "You promise?" she mumbled. I couldn't help but smile. She had yelled at me, assaulted me (Both physically and emotionally) and used me by exploiting my growing feelings for her…and yet I still found her irresistible.
"I promise," I said, pulling her to me in a soft embrace. She instantly buried her head into the side of my neck, shielding herself from the speeding plane.
After the plane had levelled out, Molly pulled back. She hadn't said a word since my promise and it was starting to get to me. The view of the ocean could only keep my thoughts preoccupied for so long.
"I need to use the bathroom," Molly mumbled, standing up and walking away. It took all of the two minutes she was gone before I broke, standing up and heading towards the bathroom stall. I waited until she was done, opening the door to see me standing there. "Max? what are you-?" I cut her off, pushing her back into the stall before turning and locking the door. "Max what are you doing?" Molly demanded.
I stared down at her, my chest heaving slightly before I dipped my head and kissed her. She stiffened before relaxing into my hold, kissing me back. I pulled back quickly, before my mind could cloud with desire.
"How can that mean nothing to you?" I demanded. Her eyebrows furrowed.
"What? What are you talking about?" she asked.
"You used me to try and get your way Molly. And you told me you hated me! How could you think I wouldn't get upset by that?" I asked.
"Why are you being so sensitive about this?" Molly demanded back.
"I just want to know where we stand so that you can't use anything against me," I said. Molly's eyes narrowed.
"Fine. You want to know? I want to be friends with you Max. But the reason I said I still hated you? You forgot about everything. How can you think I wouldn't get upset about that?" she said. Well that wasn't what I was expecting. "But if you ever accuse me of trying to lie to you or seduce you again, you'll be sorry," she snapped before turning and walking out of the stall.
I sighed. I was hoping that could have gone a different way. I mean it was great that Molly and I were friends again…I think…but, after getting to kiss her and hold her and basically tell her I'm in love with her on the ship, I wish I could do that all the time.
I think I might actually be in love with her.
"Dude…" I looked up to see some spotty teenage boy staring at me. "Did you and that babe just…" he trailed off, a smirk on his face. I glared at him as I walked out. "Whoa, chill man." I ignored him, taking my seat besides Molly.
Molly's POV
After getting through the terrifying plane ride, Max and I got our bags and took off through the airport. It was pretty casual; people coming or going on holiday, business men. Max and I even got to witness a couple being reunited, the classic running from across the lobby and everything.
"That's sweet," I mumbled.
"Nice to know you have a soft side," Max said back, smirking down at me. I rolled my eyes.
"Whatever, you'll never get to see it," I said and he chuckled.
"I already have princess." I wanted to hit him, but something else caught my eye.
The distinctive flash of Russian robes, accompanied by the smell, made my stomach grow cold.
"Max," I said urgently, tugging on his hand. He looked down at me. "Something's wrongs. I think Vladimir is here," I said and his head snapped up, looking around.
"Are you sure?" he asked and I nodded. He grabbed my hand. "Come on, we'd better get moving." he started dragging me along faster.
I could see the doors coming up, soon we would be safe. I would be home. I'd be free.
"There they are!" I froze at the voice.
"What are you doing? Move!" Max yelled as we started running, him dragging me along. We burst out of the airport, Max taking us down any street he could find.
Were we going the right way? We had to get to the west side. I don't know where Max was taking us, he was just running blind. Finally he pulled us into an ally way, stopping us against the wall.
"Do…you know…where we're…going?" I panted. Max panted as he shook his head. I rolled my eyes. "Ok…well I know somewhere we can be safe," I said, getting my breath back.
"How would you know?" he asked. I glared at him.
"I just do. Follow if you want but I'm getting out of here," I said, checking before walking out of the ally.
I can't tell if Max is following me or not but I've gotta get to the west side of town, get to Corazon.
"There she is!" my head snapped up at the voice. It was Uri and one of the other goons. "Get her!" I instantly took off in a run. Te tram has to be around somewhere, I haven't been gone that long.
Suddenly I felt a hand wrap around my wrist, wrenching me off my path and slamming me into the wall.
"Thought you could get away huh little von?" Uri's foul breath flooded my senses, making me gag.
"Let me go!" I demanded, struggling in his grip.
"Vere is the boy?" the other goon demanded.
"I'll never rat Max out!" I yelled, only to be met with a strike to my face. I whimpered but remained strong.
"If you vill not tell, then ve vill have to make you," he said, smiling sickly. I shut my eyes preparing for the worst. He could bring the pain all he wanted, I would never give Max up.
"Let her go!" a voice shouted before Uri and I were forced to the ground. I landed on my side, instantly kicking out at Uri. "Ow! Molly that one hit me!" I recognised the voice, my eyes snapping open.
"Max!" I cried, sitting up. There he was, sitting on Uri's back and punching the crap out of his back.
"Yeah! Don't just sit there, run!" he yelled.
"What about you?" I asked.
"You obviously know this place better then I do! You have a chance, go!" he ordered and with that I got up and started to head off but stopped when I reached the end of the ally.
I could see the tram. I knew I wasn't wrong! Corazon was within my reach. So why had I stopped? The answer was obvious.
"Not without Max," I mumbled to myself, turning around and running back down the ally.
He was fighting as best he could against the two huge Russian guys, but I could see that he needed help.
"Hey!" I shouted and all three guys looked at me.
"Molly? I said go!" he yelled.
"Not without you!" I shouted before pulling the first thing I could out of my bag and hurling it at Uri. He stumbled back as my iPod connected with his forehead, Max taking the opportunity to scramble to his feet and dash towards me.
"You know you're crazy right?" he asked as we sprinted towards the tram.
"Just keep running! It's already pulling out!" I yelled from ahead of him.
"This is the train all over again," I heard him grumble. I smirked, taking the last few steps before hurling myself from the platform. I grabbed the edge of the tram, feeling the hands of some of the passengers pull me up. I instantly turned.
"Jump Max! I'll catch you!" I yelled.
He lowered his head, putting on a final burst of speed as he leapt for the tram. I could see from here though. He wouldn't make it. He could see it to, the fear lighting up his eyes.
"NO!" I cried, leaping forwards. My hand grasped his but I was off the tram. I shut my eyes, waiting for us to hit the track.
Instead I felt hands wrap around my ankles, dragging me and Max back onto the tram. We collapsed into a panting heap on the floor, Max wrapping me tightly in his arms while the locals looking worriedly at us.
"Estamos bien," I panted and they backed off.
"Did I mention you're crazy?" Max panted from beside me. Despite everything that just happened, I couldn't help but laugh.
"And you owe me an iPod."
Will the love ever grow? Max seems to want it but does Molly?
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