If looks could kill Molly would be six feet under.

That smile that Abigail gave Molly and told her not to be afraid, and the dangers they would face if the incident was talked about was enough to make Molly sick to her stomach. The real problem was that she wasn't wrong, all the things coming from her menacing lips in a hushed whisper were true. Molly nodded unsure what else there could be talked about the situation anyways. It was like a bad drug trip, but none of the fun parts. 

[b]"Understand?"[/b]

Molly nodded her doe eyes wide with expression. 

[b] “...Oh, and can you take me home?”[/b]

Molly frowned for a moment. She wanted badly to slap Abigail across her face. Not in a cruel way but just a release of anger and emotion. How could she look at everything they had been in those just few minutes and smile and crack jokes as if nothing had happen. She ran her hand and took a grip of her own hair between her fingers. Scotty in the meantime had came to and was clueless as into what happened. Molly took this moment to show her loyalty to Abigail. [i]"Yeah man, we got you good. You didn't even see that shit coming did you?"[/i] she looked to Abigail for approval before Scotty offered the two a ride home. This was probably for the best considering Molly knew she wouldn't be able to keep her lips sealed if the two had to have walked that long walk home together.

Sitting in the car Scotty was back to his old self and Molly could not believe that the idiot was unable to comprehend that the two girls could not possibly have been behind this. Mailboxes were driven over without much more than laughs. Molly couldn't help but join in either, chuckling at how pissed the neighbors would be when they saw the destruction of their yard. It wasn't until Abigail lost her temper over a one mailbox too many that they had to pull over and Molly had taken the front seat. She technically didn't have her licenses, let alone her own car but she had taken a few joy rides around town with her friends in the night and knew the basics. 

Scotty got high next to her, his words slightly slurring and changing pitch as he wondered how the girls could have possibly done such a feat. She took a hit straight to the head with the rolled joint, but couldn't enjoy it like usual. Molly glanced at Abigail in the back seat as she sold the show. Gripping the wheel she listened to her friend orchestrate the entire conversation as Scotty threw out praises between the two girls like they had really made it into the big leagues. The lies caused Molly to grow in frustration. It was one thing to lie to Scotty but she hoped that Abigail was not lying to Molly's face either. 

Reaching the familiar home of Abigail, Molly pulled in slowly and put the car in park. Molly rolled down the window as Abigail got out and approached. Leaning in Abigail thanked Scotty for the ride and the two girls exchanged looks. Molly wanted to get out of the car and make sure Abigail was okay, but she bid them farewell wishing them safety and before Molly could get any words out, Abigail was in the house with the loud lock of the door quickly behind her. This sound resonated in the back of Molly's head.

[i]"Alright Scotty".[/i] Molly said as she parked the car in the driveway of his home and got out of the car and opened his passenger door and helped him get out. He thanked her a few times and continued to talk about how great Abigail and her's trick was, and how Molly obviously wasn't as dumb as she looked. [i]"Thanks asshole."[/i] Molly mentioned as she fumbled through his car keys to open his front door. He walked through and she left the keys on a small end table in the living room. Scotty's parent's were probably out getting dinner so Molly was thankful she wouldn't have to explain to his parents why his arm was fucked beyond belief. He would have to do that himself. [i]"Give my house a call if you need anything, okay?"[/i] Molly called to him as she watched him lay down on the couch and what she assumed fell asleep or passed out.

Molly turned and made her own way home. Molly and her family lived very close to the school, so she didn't have too far to walk. When she arrived her grandmother was in the kitchen cooking a dinner of meatloaf, mashed potatoes, and asparagus. Molly proceeded to walk right through the living room and into the bathroom to vomit profusely. 

She cried, and then threw up again before a knock could be heard on the door.

[b]"Molly."[/b] the sound of Molly's grandmother- Linda could be heard. [b]"You're not doing that throwing up thing the girls at school are doing, are ya? Your mom told me about all the vomit she has to clean up at school because of those girls trying to be skinny. You're already a fine looking girl Mol' you could wear a little less makeup and some nicer clothes sometime but you are a goo-"[/b] Molly opened the door as she was face to face with her grandma. Her mascara and eyeshadow had been rubbed into dark blue and black tones around her eyes as she shook her head [i]"No grandma. I had some bad food at the cafe. That's all."[/i] Linda gave a look of understanding, [b]"Oh honey that's why you have to eat at home more often."[/b] It was so matter of fact. Grandma's always had the answer for everything even though she had no fucking clue what was going on. 

Molly made her way downstairs as she stripped into her bra and underwear, throwing her clothes into the corner and replacing it with an oversized tee shirt. She took a wet wipe to her face and wiped away the sins of the day, and put her hair up. [i]"Fuck me.."[/i] she groaned to herself, looking to the other house phone that sat on end table that was next to the couch downstairs. She couldn't help herself as she called Abigail's house number, memorized by heart by the second week after Abigail had moved to town. 

No answer.

Molly figured that the girl didn't want to talk to her at this moment. It had been a long day for all of them. Standing up from the couch she walked over to the stolen lighter still in the back pocket of her jeans she had disposed of in her room and lit up her pipe, and turned on the radio to drown herself out of her own thoughts. After smoking through a bit she lit an incense to mask the blatant smell, as she curled up on the couch and pulled the blankets around her petite body.