So thank you, thank you, for the kind reviews. And I'm going to give a treat, a part from Molly's POV! I was very excited to write it, I was thinking about how'd I go about it, last night.
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Andy looked at the clock, 8:30. She sighed, today couldn't have gone by any slower. Sam had just left about two hours ago, and in that time she had watched a rerun of Law and Order, went for a run with Molly, and cleaned the kitchen. Now she sat, toy in hand, playing with the skinny dog. She was barking, and Andy was about to just throw the dog outside to calm down, her headache was brutal.
Andy was interrupted when the phone made a shrill ring. Andy sighed, looking at Molly, stood up and made her way to the counter where her phone sat. She inspected the caller ID, the number unrecognizable, picked it up, and pressed talk.
"Hello?" Andy picked up a dog toy, ready to pass it to Molly. She whined, backing up excitably.
"Hi, is Andy there?" Andy knew the voice, it was familiar. She just didn't know who it was. She glanced over at Molly, who was swinging her head wildly, fuzzy toy in mouth.
"Speaking," she said, warily. She was really tempted to just hang up and call Sam. But for all she knew, her dad could've been hurt and some random stranger was calling to inform her. But the voice was familiar.
"Oh, hi Andy. Remember me?" the voice asked. It was very deep, but it was rough. It sent shivers down her spine, but not in the same way Sam's voice did. Andy shook her head, before realizing the man couldn't see her.
"N-no." she answered, putting the phone on the counter, clicking speaker. She reached for the fridge, pouring herself some wine to calm her nerves.
"It's me, Ands. Kevin, remember?" Andy's heart stopped beating, her hand covering her mouth in a silent gasp. Molly, upon hearing Kevin's voice, jumped up. Thinking someone was there, she ran to the door, barking. The sound of her rough voice and nails scraping on the hardwood snapped her out of her terror. She cleared her throat, downing the rest of her wine before answering.
"Oh, hi, Kevin. Uh, not to sound rude, but why are you- Molly! Stop that, no one's there!" Andy yelled, Molly running back towards her. "Why are you calling?"
"You have a dog? Cool, you know, I've always liked do-"
"Why are you calling?"
"I can't tell you now, meet me at the park tomorrow, at three?" he sounded hopeful, and Andy being Andy, couldn't help but say yes.
"Okay," she agreed. What Sam didn't know wouldn't hurt him, and besides, he was at Sara's for a week. She hung up, moving to the back door, calling for Molly. The dog listened obediently, pushing through the screen door to the back yard, instantly moving behind a tree, out of Andy's sight.
Andy turned around, picked up a rock and placed it at the door to keep it open. She made her way back to the kitchen, about to pour herself some wine. But the sudden wave of nausea made her rethink. She bolted to the bathroom, pulling her hair up as she went. She leaned over the toilet, emptying the contents of her stomach into the bowl.
She pulled a cloth out of the basket, put water on it, and wiped her face. She heard scratching at the door and guessed that the rock didn't hold. She sighed, popped a gravol and made her way to the back door. She opened it, Molly running through before looking back at her. Andy watched as the dog gave her a once over, studying her.
Andy walked up to her, patting her on the head. She lifted her into her arms, walking to the bed room. She quickly got changed, lying down on Sam's side, his scent surrounding her. Molly curled up on Andy's side, falling asleep.
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Andy woke up with a crick in her neck, a pounding headache, and an aching stomach. She knew that she wasn't going to be able to eat, but she had to meet with Kevin today. And it wasn't that she was meeting with an ex boyfriend, but this particular one had asked her to wait for him when he went to jail for a few years. She took those said years to move away and out of his life. She knew something had to be up, but she was dead sent on making herself appear happy. And she was, aside from the fact she was kidnapped and raped. And they were amazed at her recovery, but because it was Luke, it seemed more personal, and then he became the only man she feared.
But now she was happy, she was engaged to the man of her dreams, the man she loves. And she lived happily with him and his dog. Speaking of whom…
"Molly," Andy called, looking for the missing dog, "Come here, girl!" She heard the clicking of nails running down the hall, felt the bed dip when she pounced on to it. She climbed into Andy's lap, licking her face before bouncing around playfully. Andy laughed, raising her hands to protect herself. The dog eventually calmed, and she followed Andy to the kitchen.
Andy pulled out the kibble from the pantry, but she couldn't help herself, and took a peak at the ingredients. She made a disgusted face, looking down at Molly who sat, waiting. "There's no meat in this, Moll. So, since Daddy's gone, you get a treat," she smiled sneakily as she pulled out some raw chicken. She took a knife, cut the breast, grabbed some tongs and fed it to the dog. Molly swallowed, barking appreciably. Andy grabbed Molly's collar, pulling her to the back room.
Once the crate door was locked, Andy made her way to the shower. She would hear Molly barking, but she'd have to stay for an hour to rid the risk of bloat. Andy smiled, wishing Sam was here so she could share her knowledge.
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The park wasn't very busy that day. It was colder, now that the fall had settled, and the people who were there, were bundled up. Andy shivered, pulling her small black coat around her tighter. She peered down at Molly, who was walking next to her, leash in mouth. Andy found it charming, really, how Molly tried to walk herself, trying to outsmart her. And when it came down to it, Molly would come out smarter, not that Andy would admit that. Sure, Andy was smart, but Molly was clever, and could weasel her way out of any situation, just like Sam.
"Andy!" she heard a man call, and she looked up to see him. He was wearing dark jeans with a puffy black winter jacket, Sam wears leather, and Sam has better taste. He had dirty blond hair, which was shaggy and long. Andy found herself wondering why she ever thought he was attractive in the first place.
"Hi, Kevin," she greeted tightly. She could see Molly tense when Kevin approached, and she pulled the leash tighter. Kevin waved his hand towards a bench, but Andy shook her head, she'd much rather walk as opposed to sit with him. Kevin just nodded, following Andy as they walked the path.
"So, how are you, Ands?" he asked, his voice seemed warm and friendly, but his blue eyes seemed cold and dull, like Luke. Molly reached forward, sniffing him, before letting out a low growl. Andy pulled her back, alarmed.
"Sorry, and I'm good, I'm fine. Busy, but I'm happy, you?" she said, and she meant it. She was happy, and the wedding planning had her busy. Gail and Chris' wedding was last month, so now all the focus was on hers' and Sam's wedding.
Kevin nodded, "I'm good, not sure of you knew, but I got out of the cage two weeks ago. I'm on probation," he informed, he smiled as if he thought they were getting back together. Scoff, like I would wait for him. She nodded, she did know, but the funny thing was that Luke's jail mate was released a couple of weeks ago. No, they couldn't have a connection. His name was Leslie Welkings.
"Really? It must be nice to be free for once," she smiled awkwardly. She was really uncomfortable, and so was Molly. Her gait was stiff and hurried, she was pulling on the leash.
"It is. So, Andy, you seeing someone?" There was the question she was waiting for, she knew he would ask. She nodded, watching as his face fell.
"Yeah, I'm engaged actually," she couldn't help but smile. Every time she thought about being Mrs. Swarek, she just felt warm inside.
"Oh, yeah, I'm pretty sure I seen him," she looked at him, confused, "Callaghan, right? I never thought you'd date anymore bad boys, let alone be engaged to one."
Andy shook her head quickly, "No, I'm not marrying Luke, I want to stay as far away from him as possible. Maybe he didn't give the whole story where he cheated on me, then kidnapped my fiancé, then kidnapped me. That's why he's in jail," she wanted to scream; instead, she kept her tone quiet, but harsh. He looked guilty,and Andy almost felt bad, but she was too angry.
"I was talking to him, you know, when I was in jail. He seemed hurt, betrayed. Said that he wanted you back. He asked me, Andy, to try and break you and your fiancé up. I'm not going to lie, I don't break promises, and you know that. I just want to warn you, that's what I'm going to do. And I shouldn't be so honest, but I just want you to know that when he gets back, your life will be hell," he warned. Andy just stood up, knowing it wasn't coincidence that he found her. She picked up the pace, practically running away. Kevin watched, a smile spreading on his face.
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Molly paced around the kitchen, waiting for Andy to come home. She had dropped her off, unclasped the leash, and walked out of the door. And Molly was worried. Andy was the only real lady that her father loves. Well, besides me, she thought. And Andy was nice, Molly loved her, she was the mother role Molly never had. Molly's mom was never there, and by the time she realized what was going on, she was in a cage in some shelter, with a bunch of other dogs.
She heard once, when Andy was talking to her dad, that she went through something like Molly had. She didn't have a mother, either. And she pretended to be alright, hoping someone would hook on her leash, take her home, and love her. And it wasn't until the handle of the leash was in Sam's hand, did she feel loved. Same with Molly. Sam had saved her, Sam had saved both of them.
And she loved Andy, she was her mother. She wished she could give Andy a mother, like Andy gave her one. Andy took care of her, she loved her. And Molly loved Andy, too. So she wanted to protect Andy, to take care of her. But she couldn't if she was locked in the house.
She knew she could get out of the back door, but the wooden door was in front, blocking her. And the front door wasn't an option, but maybe…
Molly's eyes drifted to the kitchen window that sat above the counter. The glass was open to let in a breeze, and the mesh looked pretty flimsy. Which gave Molly the perfect opportunity. She backed up until she was practically out of the kitchen, ran, and leaped onto the counter. She pushed again, and felt the mesh give out. Molly fell onto the front porch with a thump, the people across the street staring at her. She barked, stood up, and made a run for it.
Molly walked the familiar streets, some people trying to grab her, others just staring. It took about 15 minutes, but Molly arrived at her destination. She walked over the rocks on the beach, put her head in the wind and sniffed. She picked up Andy's scent almost instantly. She broke into a run, hearing the rocks rub together beneath her.
When Andy came into view, Molly pushed herself harder, clearing the 30 feet quickly. Andy looked up, surprised, but wrapped her arms around Molly's neck. She held the dog tightly, Molly licking her face. She could taste the salt, it was just like when she came home after the vet and her Daddy was crying. Molly let Andy just hold her.
Every now and then, Andy would speak, but other than that it was silent. The only sounds were the city behind them, and the ocean.
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Hoped you liked it. I enjoyed writing Molly's POV, it was fun. So, I'll ask, REVIEW, please.