“...Did you just offer this bitch a cigarette?”"First of all.."
Molly started, wondering herself why she had did that. She wasn't going to let it seem that way though, everything she did was on purpose, even when it wasn't. Molly ignored the other question, knowing that Abigail wasn't the biggest fan of nicknames like that, but truthfully Molly was just lazy and just hadn't felt like saying the girl's full name in that moment. Molly watched the interaction between Abigail and the young girl when the house suddenly filled with the girl's hoarse yelling voice.
“I SAID LEAVE ME ALONE!”"What a fucking spaz.."
Molly thought to herself before Abigail was picked up and thrown out the window. If this had been a Saturday morning cartoon- Molly's jaw would have been on the floor. Instead, her mouth parted in shock as her cancer stick fell onto the floor silently. For the first time in a long time Mo was speechless. The wild girl turned and sprinted away as the house shook with the sound of doors and windows slamming all over the place. "Uh..oh man...I think I broke my-"
Scotty's groan's underneath Molly's feet almost caused her to stomp the boy to dust. She had completely forgotten about him in that moment. She hadn't cared. She was more concerned with the well being of Abigail- not the douche bag squirming at her boots. As soon as he sat up with the ugly mask on, Molly could see his arm was completely deformed bent in ways that it was not meant to be bent. Scotty began screaming deliriously. Molly snatched the stupid Halloween mask off his face, unable to stand looking at it anymore as she looked him in the eye.
He was crying.
Scotty Masterson was crying
What the fuck was going on with this day?
Between Scotty's wails Molly could hear Abigail's distinct slew of french coming from outside. She was alive. Molly in what felt like hours exhaled. As she watched Abigail climb through the window she wanted to go over and embrace her, kiss her, ANYTHING, but knew it wasn't for the best. Molly looked to her to say anything, and was met with a scowl.“Make him stop FUCKING crying, please, Jesus, Molly I cannot deal with this right now.”
Molly turned to Scotty almost instantaneously, "Shut the fuck up Scotty! Shut! The! Fuck! Up!"
she yelled as Scotty's wailing turned into a whimper. He was really pathetic when it came down to it. Molly felt bad for a moment, but honestly- get a grip man. Abigail went out the front door without another word and Molly stood idle for a moment. She was lost as what to do next. Scrambling to the floor she picked up her dropped cigarette and placed the dirty thing into her mouth and fumbled for the lighter she had stole earlier. She lit it and took heavy puffs of it, her back hunched slightly as she stared between Scotty's chicken wing arm and the broken window she had just watched her friend get thrown through by a garbage pail kid's poster child.
Abigail returned quick as the two returned a steady eye contact. They both couldn't really explain what was happening but the two were thinking the exact same thing. Scotty began wailing again as Abigail started to yell at the other teens to get out of the house. Some of them were already crowded around because of Scotty's screaming, but others were clueless to what was going on. As Abigail left the house again, to make a phone call- Molly got on her knees next to Scotty."I'm sorry I screamed at you, but you need to be quiet. I don't fucking know what is going on, and if that girl comes back we're both dead. Okay?"
She shoved the cigarette from her mouth in between his lips. He took shallow breaths as his crying had tired him out. Like a toddler after a tantrum. Looking at his arm, "Jesus you got fucked up. Don't move it."
He seemed to calm down, almost falling asleep as he sat up against the wall he was bashed against. "Stay with me Scotty, don't fall asleep."
Molly begged, she knew that in all the movies she had seen, once someone fell asleep they usually didn't wake up. “How is he? How are you?”
Molly hadn't even heard Abigail come back in due to her thoughts in her head being so loud. "He needs help."
Molly admitted as she looked up to Abigail. She stood up and brushed the dust and debris off her knees. Not even caring she had knelt on broken glass in the moment. "How am I?"
Molly let out a noise mixed of laughter and of distress as if that alone was enough to describe the events of the evening. "How are YOU? Are you okay? You look like shit."
Molly's honesty was meant with the dearest sincerity. She had been scared that her friend was truly hurt, and was thankful it just seemed to a few bruises, cuts, and worry. Molly lowered her voice for just Abigail to hear her, "I'm scared Abigail."
she admitted. She would never admit that to anyone else, but in this very moment she had to say it.