He didn't pass out, but he almost did.
In truth, he wasn't sure what happened. Only that he was slamming the door in a raw-edged panic that cut at him with absolute horror, and then running, and then…
He was in his bed.
"Shh," Molly whispered. He realized suddenly she was running her fingers through his hair, and he was curled up against her.
"What?" he whispered, then coughed. He realized he'd been crying. He sniffed.
"It's okay. You're okay," Molly said softly. She kissed the top of his head. "It's okay, Trent. You're safe, okay?" She began to say something else, and then someone hammered on the door downstairs. Trent let out a startled yelp.
"Motherfuckers," she snarled. "Just stay here, okay? Just stay here and don't move, Trent."
"Molly-"
"I'll get rid of them."
He felt strange. Confused, disoriented, pained. His whole body felt sick and sweaty, his head rolling in a very bad, unpleasant way. He didn't trust himself to stand up, so instead he laid on his back. His perception felt weird and out of focus, slippery almost. It was almost impossible to hold onto his thoughts. His heart hammered, his chest hurt.
Was he dying?
Molly's voice rang out suddenly. "You all can get the fuck out of here! I don't know what in the name of God you did to that boy, but he is a nice boy and if he reacted like that to you, it means you are fucking monsters!"
He heard his father's voice, angry now, reply, and a fresh wave of pained fear rolled through him. Trent groaned and rolled over, hugging his stomach, then abruptly shifting his hands up, to behind his head, curling into a fetal position. He wanted someone, anyone. He wanted Mae. He wanted Bea. He wanted Ann.
Somewhere, in the deep distance of his own internal horizon, he felt a tremendous storm of shame building.
"It doesn't fucking matter who I am! I am a girl who fucking loves that goddamned perfect boy because he saved my fucking life! You people are pieces of shit! SO GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE OR I WILL CALL THE FUCKING POLICE!" she screamed and slammed the door.
A moment later, she was back in bed.
"They're gone, Trent," she whispered, hugging him again, holding his head to her chest. He immediately clung to her, almost instinctively, reflexively. He felt like he was drowning.
"Molly," he groaned, and then he was crying again.
"Shh, Trent," she whispered. "Shh. It's okay. I promise. You will be safe with me. I won't let them hurt you."
He wasn't sure how long he laid there crying, being stroked by her. It felt like a long time. At some point, she shifted around and then she was putting a little bit of space between them. He made an unhappy sound.
"Shh, here," she whispered. Her voice was like golden honey. "Suck on this."
He smelled weed and took the pipe from her and smoked for a bit. After a few minutes, she gently took it from him and put it into her own mouth. She shifted around a bit more and suddenly one of her huge tits was in his face.
"Suck on this," she murmured.
"Molly…"
"I know, but it's okay. I know I'm confused about things, but you need this right now. Or, well, maybe this isn't what you need, but I know it's what you want, and that's kind of like what you need, and I'm not confused about that at all, Trent. So just...let your guard down, all the way, okay? You can let me in, you can trust me with anything. I promise. I swear. You saved me and I just want to repay that, and I want to take care of you, because you are a good person."
He hesitated, but not for long, and then he gently began sucking on her nipple. She gasped softly and began breathing more heavily. Despite everything, it did help. He felt himself slowly coming back, his heart slowly beginning to relax. And then he felt her hand on his crotch, slowly unbuttoning his jeans.
"Molly," he said.
"I'll stop if you really tell me to, Trent, but I just wanna give you a handjob. I can do it, I want to do it. Okay? That obviously fucked you the hell up. And...I know this can make you feel better, and I want that. I promise, no more beyond this. And I'll stop if you tell me to."
He looked up at her for a long moment. There was an amazing well of compassion in her expression, of earnest, plain, authentic caring. And she was right, he did want this...and he didn't have the strength to debate about how right or wrong it might be. In fact, he was struggling to stay conscious and focused. So he turned back to her breast, resumed sucking on it, and closed his eyes. She finished unzipping his pants and dug his cock out of his pants.
"It's big," she whispered, wrapping her fingers around. She slowly started to jack him off. "Trent," she murmured, her voice like soft, soft silk, "I know things are confused and chaotic right now, but there is one thing I'm sure about right now, and that is: I am going to fuck you. Sometime, sometime soon, we're going to have sex. Without protection."
"But...you could get pregnant," he murmured, then groaned as she started jacking him faster.
"I'm on birth control, remember? Silly boy. You can't get me pregnant, but you can try."
"Molly…" he groaned. "You can't...don't give in just because I feel bad."
"I'm not," Molly replied. "I know that we're gonna try, and I know I'm gonna at least try to let you cum in me, because I want to know what it feels like. I know you've got all these reservations, and Trent, you have no idea how much I appreciate it, but...please, just let yourself be okay with this. And, like, we're not doing it now. You can put it down for a minute, Trent, it won't all fall apart. I won't fall apart. I can do this, at least. I can totally take care of you and right now taking care of you means making you cum. So just...relax. Please?"
"...okay," he muttered, and went back to sucking her nipple again.
"Maybe I want you to make me pregnant," she murmured, her fist working again. He groaned. "You want that? My big boy. You want to get a lesbian pregnant? You naughty boy," she whispered. "Such a bad bo-" She gasped as he started cumming on her hand. "Oh my God, Trent, there's so much," she whispered, her voice heavy. "Oh Trent, this is amazing. It's so strong!"
He groaned as his cock jerked and kicked in her grasp and his cum got onto her hand, her wrist, her forearm. She kept jacking him off until he was finished.
"Oh wow, it does go soft kinda fast," she murmured.
"Molly...thank you," he replied.
"You're welcome, sweetheart."
"Mmm...they were-"
"No, Trent. Not yet," she said softly, disengaging from him, looking at her arm. "Lemme wash up. You need to get more stoned and to rest, just...let everything settle. You can tell me after that, okay? Don't let it back in, not yet."
"...okay," he said.
While she headed out of the bedroom to clean up, he found the pipe and kept smoking. She was right. He was exhausted, in pain, miserable, but...it had stopped getting worse. He spent all the time waiting for her to get back smoking. When she did come back, he coughed for a bit. "Did you call anyone?"
"I texted everyone," she replied. "Ann and Claire are coming home, and will probably be here any minute. Bea and Mae are leaving Bright Harbor early. They'll be back tonight."
"Ah man, fuck, no," he groaned, immediately passing her the pipe and then patting down his pockets, looking for his phone. "I gotta stop them-"
"Trent," Molly said, gently grasping one of his hands and pulling it towards herself, "you aren't going to be able to. Just...let them do this. Let us take care of you. Please? I mean, do you honestly think you can talk either of those girls from coming back after hearing what happened to you? What would you do, Trent?"
He sighed heavily. "...yeah, fine. But I should call them. To let them know I'm not dying or anything." He groaned. "God, I'm getting such a fucking headache."
"Here, just stay here, okay? Just relax. Smoke. I'll get you some stuff."
He just nodded, more or less deciding to give up to her. He felt strange and brittle and fragile, more uncertain than he should be.
Why was his father here?
Why was his family here?
They had been there, standing behind him, dressed up sharp. He'd always known that this was a possibility. He began to consider it further, but it filled him with a sick, shaky fear and rage, so he just kept smoking until Molly came back. She had a glass of cold water and a few painkillers.
"Here, take these," she murmured, taking the pipe from him. He took them and she gave it back. He kept smoking. "How are you feeling?" she asked.
"Less bad," he muttered. "Are they gone?"
"Yes. They got in the car and left."
"They'll be back."
"I will scream at them again until they fuck off, and I really will call the cops, I know you guys know the Chief of Police."
"Yeah but we shouldn't abuse that…"
"This wouldn't be an abuse. Now…" She paused, listening. "Wait here," she said, standing up. He thought he heard a car door close, but he wasn't sure. The fear was coming back.
A long pause went by, and then the door opened. He heard faint voices, Molly telling someone to be careful, and then footsteps hurrying up the stairs. The door opened up and Ann all but burst in, Claire behind her.
"Trent!" she cried.
"Shh," Molly replied. "Just...be calm."
"I'm okay," Trent said.
"Sorry," Ann murmured, fretting and hesitating by the foot of the bed. She kicked off her shoes and then climbed onto the bed with him. "I'm sorry this happened, honey. I'm so sorry that I wasn't here."
"It's okay, it isn't your fault," he replied.
"Can I-do you want a hug?" she asked.
"Yes," he replied. "You can come too, if you want."
"I want to," Claire said.
Molly laughed softly and made some room as Claire kicked off her shoes, then climbed onto the bed. Trent found himself laying beneath Ann to his right and Claire to his left.
"Are you really okay?" Ann asked.
"I'm...not sure," he muttered. "I kind of feel like crying again. And punching a hole in the wall. And screaming. Fuck." He kept smoking.
"Whatever you want or need, just tell us," Ann replied.
"Why were they here?" Claire muttered.
"Ah! Not yet. He needs to just...relax," Molly said, quietly but firmly.
"Oh. Yeah, that makes sense."
"Your dick is out," Ann murmured.
"Oh, yeah, I, uh, jacked him off," Molly replied. Ann raised an eyebrow. "Don't give him crap, I pushed him to let me do it. It's just-we got it sorted."
"I didn't say anything," Ann said softly, a faint smirk on her face. "Do you want anything, sweetheart?"
"I want…" he paused, then sighed awkwardly.
"Whatever it is, just tell us. We will get it," Ann said.
"I want...Candy."
"I will get her," Claire said, getting up.
"Well...okay. But I need to talk with Mae and Bea. They're going to explode if I don't call them," he said.
"I'll be right back," Claire said, leaving the room.
"Just...be careful," Molly murmured uncomfortably.
"I mean it's a phone call with my girlfriends," he replied as he fished his phone out of his pockets. He paused, then groaned as a fresh wave of pain rolled through him. His chest hurt, his head was really aching now, and his stomach was giving him some serious grief.
"You're extremely fragile right now, I think," Molly murmured. "And I think you don't realize just how fragile."
"She's right," Ann said quietly, running her hand slowly up and down his leg.
"I know," he replied as he navigated his phone. He sighed. "Goddamnit, my fucking hands are shaking."
"Here," Ann said, putting out her hand.
He tried for a moment longer, then sighed heavily in frustration and passed it to her.
"It's all right, Trent," she said as she called up Mae. She passed the phone back to him.
"It's...whatever it is," he muttered. Mae picked up before the first ring finished ringing.
"Trent!? Hello!?"
"Hi, Mae," he said.
"Oh my fucking God, are you okay?" she asked.
"I'm not hurt. I feel...really bad. Pretty sure I had a panic attack."
"Definitely," Molly said.
"But you're okay?"
"I mean, I think so…"
"Goddamnit, why are they here!? Your parents really showed up? Like for real?" she asked, sounding panicked.
Trent groaned slightly and felt his stomach suddenly get a whole lot worse. "It was, uh, all of them," he managed.
"Are you okay? I'm losing my fucking mind right now, honey."
"I'll be okay, Mae."
"Me and Bea are already on our way back."
"I wanted to tell you to maybe reconsider that. I mean, I'll be all right-"
"No, fuck that!" Mae replied immediately. "We're coming home. We are definitely coming home, babe. Gregg and Angus understand. Like for real, and-just-ugh! Why the fuck are they here?! Was it just your parents or…"
"It was all of them," Trent said, then groaned. "I think-oh fuck move!" he snapped, dropping the phone.
Ann rolled off him like he'd become electrified and he bounded up off the bed. He just barely managed to stagger and stumble to the toilet before vomiting. Everything in his stomach came up in one hard contraction. He sat there hunched over the toilet, gasping and coughing and spitting, for what felt like a long time. When he turned away, panting, he saw Ann lingering in the doorway, a pained, sympathetic look on her face, a Mountain Dew in her hands.
Wordlessly, he stuck his hand out. She passed it to him and he popped it open and downed half of it before pulling it back and leaning against the tub, panting.
"Let Mae know...I'm not dead," he groaned.
"She knows," Ann replied quietly. "I'm sorry honey."
"Yeah, me too," he muttered. He looked down and chuckled weakly. "My dick is still out," he muttered, reaching down and tucking himself away.
"Yeah," Ann murmured uncertainly.
"You worried that Molly gave me a handjob?" he asked.
"I'm just worried about the timing...for both of you. On the other hand, Molly does seem pretty keyed into sexual emotional stuff, so...I guess, if she thought it was right the to do, it probably was. Or at least not the wrong thing. But, regardless, it's done. I just hope you both enjoyed it."
"I did, although I feel kinda nervous too." He sighed heavily, then spat a few more times, flushed the toilet, got up and washed his face off. He and Ann headed back into the bedroom, where Molly was talking quietly but a little sternly to Mae.
"Hey, um, I'm okay now. Can I the phone back?" he asked, sitting down on the bed beside her.
"Well…"
"Molly, you have to let me talk to my fiance," Trent said.
She sighed. "Yeah, okay, you're right, but like...just take it easy, okay? I warned you."
He chuckled as he accepted the phone and laid back down. "You're right, and I'm not pushing back against that. I'll take it easy."
"Thank you. I just-I want you to be okay, Trent."
"I know, and I really, really appreciate it, Molly. You're really great. And so are you, obviously, babe," he said, taking Ann's hand.
She laughed. "Thank you, sweetheart. Please talk to Mae before she dies."
"Right." He put the phone back to his ear. "Hey, honey. Sorry. I'm okay, again."
"Thank fuck," she muttered. "Um...sorry I freaked you out. I thought this was like last time, where the worst of the panic attack had passed, and you were basically okay. I didn't realize it was like...still going on."
"It...is, but it...isn't? I don't...I don't know what's going on right now, honey. I'm, uh, I'm adrift in a really bad storm right now. Um...sorry."
"Trent, please don't apologize," Bea said.
"Oh, shit, you can hear me too?"
"We're on speaker," Bea replied. "I'm driving."
"I'm okay. Um. I mean, mostly? Fuck, I don't know...your mom is coming over."
"To help?" Mae asked.
"Yeah. I just...want to talk to her. I don't know why. Maybe because she's kind of like a mom to me? I don't know, I just know that I want to see her."
"If it'll make you feel better, do it. Whatever it is. Even if you gotta fuck her in the bed, I don't care right now."
He chuckled weakly. "Um...thanks, Mae. I'll keep it in mind." They heard the door open and close downstairs. "I think she's here. Um, we can keep talking or…"
"No, it's, um, it's fine. Just, like...be careful until we get back, okay? We should be there in like three and a half hours."
"...all right," Trent replied, giving up. They were clearly dead set on coming back, and he knew he wouldn't be able to talk them out of it. "I love you, Mae. I love you, Bea. Try not to worry too much, and don't do anything stupid on the way back, like speeding. I'll seriously still be fine when you get here, but I will not be fine if something happens to you."
"Don't worry, we'll be safe, I'm driving," Bea said. "I love you, sweetheart. Feel better."
"I love you too, babe! We're coming!" Mae declared, and hung up.
Trent laughed softly, then looked over as Candy appeared at the doorway. "Hello, Trent. I heard about what happened. I'm here to help you."
"What about Colleen?" he asked, suddenly remembering that.
"We had just finished up about ten minutes ago, so don't worry about that dear. Now, what would you like?"
"I want, uh...I guess, can I just lay in bed with you, like...just us?" he asked, looking awkwardly at Molly and Ann.
"That's fine, babe," Ann said, leaning over and giving him a kiss. "Just let me know if you need anything."
"Yeah," Molly said, hesitating, then giving him as quick kiss as well. The two women cleared out and Candy stepped in.
She closed the door behind her.