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I was still replaying the events from the night before through my mind as I took my shower. The water hot and steaming streaming down my face. I wish Ulquiorra were here so I could tell him thanks for saving me. I found myself wishing as I bent down and turned off the water. Stepping from the shower I reached forward to grab a tower, my vision blinded by my soggy hair.
" Great…" I said reaching down to the ground. Throwing my clothes the opposite way I picked up my tower and wrapped it around myself.
" Girl," I heard from the corner as I started towards the door. I jumped suddenly. Standing at the doorway was Ulquiorra. His hands by his side, my bra handing from his head, I almost screamed.
" U-Ulquiorra," I stammered through my teeth. I could feel my anger rising. I struggled to restrain my voice. " What. The. Heck." He didn't answer, " Get out," I demanded pointing to the door. He started to walk out, when Mom's voice rang through my room.
" Honey I'm coming in," she said as he knocked on my door. Grabbing Ulquiorra's arm I quickly pulled him back. Peeking through the bathroom door I spied Mom making her way into my room. Slamming the bathroom door shut I listened intently as Mom neared the bathroom door. " You must be taking a bath," she said.
" Ahh, yeah," I said turning toward Ulquiorra who stood motionless his green emeralds staring aloofly at me. Pushing on his chest I started to force him toward the bathroom closet full of towels.
" Molly…" Mom said as she started to step in. Screaming I pushed harder onto Ulquiorra's chest sending the both of us spiraling down into the tub. We landed with a thud, my cheek hitting something hard on the way down. " Ouch," I mumbled rubbing my cheek.
" Molly honeys are you o…"
" Yes," I stuttered as I looked down at what I was sitting on. I instantly felt the blush burn my cheeks. Oh my god, I thought. Laying flat in the tub on his back was Ulquiorra. And I was straddling him; the towel the only thing protecting me from him. Sucking in my breath I tried not to scream.
" I just came to tell you that you that tonight your father and I thought it would be a good idea to eat together. At the table. In the kitchen."
" Ah, yeah," I said, " That should be nice." I said the nervousness crowding my voice as I struggled to remove myself from Ulquiorra without making a scene.
" Just like a family," Mom said her voice lowering. " Is there anything you have in mind to eat?" She asked.
" Anything is fine Mom." I said. " Tell Dad it doesn't matter."
She seemed to agree with this, I heard the door open. " Ok, dear see you at dinner." The door shut, we're actually eating dinner tonight together, I thought forgetting where I was. We never eat together.
" Girl," he said, I snapped out of my gaze.
" Oh," I said the blush once again. Ulquiorra was no longer lying on his back but sitting up on his elbows, me on his lap. His face inches from mine. Oh my freaking god! I'm sitting on his lap. He didn't seem to notice or care that was half naked, and sitting on his lap. Throwing myself over the side of the tub, I flipped over hitting my head on the way down. " Ouch," I screamed holding my head. My face burned.
From the corner of my eyes I saw Ulquiorra stand up from the tub. " Are you hurt girl."
" I'm ok," I mumbled pulling my towel further up. " What are you doing here?"
" You called me," he snapped.
" No I didn't," I said. " You've must be mistaken." His eyebrow lifted slightly. But not enough to hinder the aloof look on his face. One would think that after having a girl half naked straddling him he would be a least a little flustered.
" I am sure you did call me girl," he said as I opened the bathroom door and started to step out my intentions being to shut him in the bathroom while I went and put on some clothes. Before I ended up straddling him naked. He stood where he was as I walked out the bathroom shutting the door behind me.
After dressing in my pajama's I opened the door to the bathroom. Ulquiorra stood right where I left him. " Ok fess up. How'd you get in here?" I demanded.
" I find it tedious to repeat myself girl," he snapped walking out of the bathroom in one quick stride.
" Molly," I said, " Molly, my name is Molly." His green eyes scanned me for a quick moment before he shook is head. " But I didn't physically call you. So how'd you…" I did call him. " Ulquiorra…?"
" Yes," he said.
" Last night when I was attacked. How'd you know to come and save me? And that white monster. What was it? And why did it attack me?" I realized I was asking too many questions at once but I couldn't help myself.
" It was a hollow," he replied.
" A hollow," I repeated. " You mean that white thing that attacked me?"
" Yes."
" Ok but that still doesn't explain how you knew to come and…"
" Molly!" Mom called from the kitchen interrupting me mid-sentence. " Dinner is ready."
" Yes ma'am," I called back. " Ulquiorra, will you be here when I come…back from dinner?" He nodded. His long black hair shifting lazily over his eyes. " A-are you hungry? I could bring you something to eat…or something to drink…Dad is probably making some tea…" Mom called me again.
" I am ok," he said.
I turned slightly to the door. " I'll check on you in a couple, in case you change your mind."
Closing my door behind me I walked into the kitchen. Where Mom and Dad stood holding the plates topped with spaghetti. " Hello dear," Mom greeted. " I hope your feeling spaghetti."
I nodded. " Spaghetti's ok," I sighed setting myself at the table. I had forgotten how hard the table seats were.
" Bona Pette," Dad smacked his lips together as he settled the spaghetti in front of Mom and I.
" Thanks Dad," I remarked sticking my fork into the food and eating. It's been a while senses I've eaten anything besides tuna and mircowavable food plates.
" Molly, we need to talk," Mom began. I stopped shoving the food in my mouth and turned to her.
" Is there something wrong?" I asked. Dad shook his head.
" No, we just wanted to discuss the conditions of our next leaving." Dad replied. I dropped my fork, sending it spiraling onto the plate with a clank.
" Oh. Is that all," I mumbled.
" Well yes, and no," Mom said her eyebrows creasing worriedly. " Your father and I will be leaving for a little longer this time."
" Mom," I said, " I can handle a little longer. How long this time, two days a week."
Dad sighed uneasily from the across the table. I could suddenly feel the tension in the air. " It is only a few days to a week? Isn't it Dad?"
" Well Molly, not this time. The company wants us to travel to Japan to carry out an important investment that could buy the company millions. And in order to do this, we're talking a bout a extra month."
I bit my lip. I knew something like this was coming. It always did. At first it was just a week away, then three, and before I knew it a month, and now two months.
" An extra month," I exclaimed pushing back away from the table and standing. " But you guys said…"
" We know what we said Molly," Mom said reaching across the table and touching my hand. I pulled back away from her. " Things have come up Molly you understand…and you were doing so well here by yourself that we just thought…"
" Well you thought wrong," I snapped, " I haven't been aright since Greg di…"
Dad stood up from the table. " Now that is enough Molly. We told you what is to happen and that is final no if ands or buts about it. You will be left here an extra month. Along with my mother you're grandmother Marie. While you await our return."
" But," I started to say. He held up his hand to silence me. Turning away from the table I started toward the door. Hearing mom call after me as I threw myself outside.
" Why are you running away?"
" I don't know. I need to get away…"
" Get away from who?"
" Them…this life…everyone."
" But what will that solve?"
" Something…anything…nothing at all. I don't know…I just…" Grasping my face in my palms I tried to erase the sound of my brother's voice in my head. Everything was so wrong. Why'd you have to go? Things were so much easier with you here.
" Not everything can be easy you know. We just wish they were." I remember him telling me that. It was a day after Mom and Dad left me a brand new bike. And he was teaching me how to use it. And try as I might I couldn't get it in a straight path without falling flat on my face. In my desperation I screamed out that it was too hard and ran away refusing to ride that bike until it got easy to ride. As if by some magic force it would get easier just by me running away from it.
Adjusting my place upon the swing I turned my gaze to my shoeless foot, spread out on the newly dewed grass. Right in this park…I thought as I pressed my foot down harder upon the grass, feeling the milky earth shift lightly under my toes. I really shouldn't have run out of my house barefooted.
When I arrived back home both Mom and Dad were still at the table, staring at me.
" Hey," I waved as if I had just arrived home after a long day. Neither looked amused by my mock show of ignorance concerning the situation.
" Molly Dear?" Mom said as I walked past her towards my room. " Are you alright?"
" Yes, goodnight." I said kissing both her and Dad lightly on the cheeks. " Thank you for the dinner," I whispered loud enough where they could hear me. Looks of shock crossed their faces as I closed my door. And before I knew it a smile curled along the edges of my lips before I could stop myself.
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