Chapter 56: Molly

I just stared at him in disbelief. Alex? Here? He had to be kidding. Alex would never agree to such a thing. She'd never bargain her life to see me. Or would she?

My father smiled, his features dark, like his soul, mind, heart, and everything else that seemed to be connected to him in one way or another. Even me. I swallowed, my heart ferociously pounding in my chest, like it was ready to explode or something similar. I chocked.

"Where is she?" I croaked, my voice hoarse as I held myself back from throwing a punch. Or two. As much as I wished to destroy my father, right then right there, and as much as I felt prepared, mentally, socially, and physically, I knew I'd never make it. He was a muscular man and I was a tiny compared to him. Even with all my tricks and agility, I'd never be able to beat him. All I knew I could do was really run. Away.

"It's more like where was she? You see, keeping track of my daughters might be a personal hobby of mine, but Alex is a little more... agreeable, if we can put it like that. She'd never leave. Not when she knew for a fact that she'd be able to see you. Now you, on the other hand, you'd be gone. Leaving your little sister again, just like you did years ago."

"Where is she?" I repeated, my voice louder, echoing against the tiled walls. I was breathing through my mouth, a sign that even I couldn't take what the truth was becoming. I swallowed.

"V.I.P lounge. Have fun with your upcoming mental picture." I didn't even stop to think about what the hell I was doing before I ran down the hall, away from the dance floor, away from the restroom, away from my father. And closer to my sister. The one I had left for purposes that I could never tell her, though I loved her more than anything in the world. I flung the curtains wide open, revealing a picture that made me more sick than I had felt in months, if not years.

"Alex?" I asked, eyes wide as she broke apart from a kiss I wished I had never seen. Her blue eyes were wide and her dirty blonde hair swung with her head, falling down in curls over her tight, black, skimpy dress.

"You two..." That was only thing that came out of his mouth, but all of us could hear the rest. You two know each other? Roy's eyes were wider than ever before, and I couldn't believe my eyes. Alex, my sister, and Roy had been making out. And that was the least of my worries.

Alex stood up, pulling her dress down to cover her legs a little more. I barely recognized her, with her being seventeen now instead of seven. My heart beat sped as she reached out for me and opened her mouth as if to speak. But she didn't. Instead she froze, before her sentence. Her blue eyes were suddenly gone, rolled back to only see the white of her orbs. She fell, collapsing and Roy was the first to react, jumping up and yelling.

"Alex!" He yelled, not getting there fast enough to catch her. He shook her fiercely, but she didn't wake up. His fingers fled for a pulse, but he froze soon after, shock hitting him with more impact than I had yet to feel.

That's when it hit me. I stared at my sister's now deceased body, confused, conflicted, and downright scared. What the hell was going on? Tears filled my eyes, blurring my vision, until I forced myself to blink, letting each one fall down my face in a cascade.

"Molly..." Someone spoke behind me. My heart stopped beating as everything fit in.

"Her name's Alex! Or Felicity, or whatever! It's not Molly!" Roy yelled, tears visually stinging his eyes.

"You... didn't. You couldn't... You bastard." But as soon as I turned around my father was once again gone and I shook, not being able to comprehend what was really going on. She isn't dead. She isn't dead. She isn't dead...

My voice was screaming in my head, denying everything I saw so clearly in my eyes. I shook, my hand grabbing to wall to keep me from falling. I couldn't look at her. Not then, and probably not ever.

"What the hell is going on back here?" The voice made me freeze all over again, and the hell seemed to play over and over again as everything fell apart.

"Patrick?" I heard Roy say in disbelief. I opened my eyes and for once I saw Patrick in a different light. Scared as hell.

"Roy?" He spoke back, his eyes falling to the body lying on the floor. "Alex? Alex!" He ran to her, his fingers checking for a pulse, but coming back the same as Roy had. That's when he saw me. His mouth fell as we made eye contact and he stood back up.

"Sarah..." He breathed, his voice shallow and quiet as if I would break at any moment. If that was what he thought, he was right. Completely.

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no!" I screamed, clutching my head and closing my eyes, denying everything that was playing out before my eyes. I felt Patrick's hand graze my own as I pulled at my hair, but instead of coming to him, which I would've done in most situations, I pulled away from him, and ran.

I was out the back door in no time, my skin not even bothering to shiver in the cold air that hit me. I was running faster than I had ever done, my heels clicking unnaturally on the concrete sidewalk and my dress rising higher. But I didn't care. I just needed to get away from everything.

Tears stung my eyes as I turned the corner, running toward a park that for once, wasn't closed after dark. By the time I reach a big oak tree, I was gasping, my knees falling and planting themselves into the green grass. With tears falling down my face, I took off my heels, throwing them as far as I could - which wasn't that far considering I had used all my strength just running. With my heels gone, my heart broken, and my head hurting, I climbed up the tree, getting away from plain sight and hiding from reality. That was until Patrick came gasping minutes later.

"Sarah!" He yelled, finally finding me. I didn't even need to look down to know that he was coming up, either to get more or to attempt to comfort me. Either way, it was a waste of time. And I wasn't worth any time, anyway.

"Go away." I said, tears still streaming down my face and heart still pounding aimlessly. I knew Patrick wouldn't listen either way, but it had been worth a try for once.

"You know I can't do that." He was closer. As close as one could be as he sat behind me, hands touching my waist and pulling me back into his chest. I let my tears fall even more, his presence comforting me, which was clearly out of my control. Almost automatically, his arms wrapped around my waist, keeping me from falling or moving away while I let my head fall back into the crook of his neck. I shook, tears falling uncontrollably, and I let them. He let me. And that moment was the best and worst. The best for reasons relating to my breakdown. And the worst for the hell I was about to be put through.