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Joey: I don’t love you. x Molloy: I don’t love you back. <3
“Nice shirt.” “Nice legs.”
“Because I love your brother, and your brother loves you. Keeping you safe is important to him, which makes it important to me.”
“Then it’s official.” I gave her a reassuring hug as I walked her down the corridor to class, making sure that every catty bitch in this school got a good look at us. “We’re friends.”
“Don’t hate me, Molloy,” Joey mumbled, falling into the passenger seat the moment I let him go to open the car door. “You’re all I have to wake up for in the morning.”
“I can’t leave them, Molloy,” I whispered, tightening my arms around her when her body was racked with sobs. I’m not my brother. “I have to stay.”
No matter what, I would be right beside him, ready to pull him back to safety. Even if it meant that I lost myself in the process.
Shane’s number deleted from his phone—courtesy of yours truly.
YES MA’AM
“I absolutely don’t love you, Joey Lynch,” she breathed, fist knotting in my shirt as she tugged my face down to hers. “And I always won’t.”
“I don’t love you.” Sighing heavily, he covered my hands with his and whispered, “I don’t love you back.”
“When I say I don’t love you,” he continued, nuzzling his face in my neck, “it’s the furthest thing from the truth.”
“Then you be mad for as long as you need.” Because I’m not going anywhere.
“And it has to be here.” He looked so lost when he choked out the word “Why?” “Because I want to put one good memory of this house in your head.”
You just signed your dick away in a blood oath, buddy.”
“You mean you love me,” I teased, grinning up at him. “Yeah, Molloy.” His eyes burned with sincerity when he said, “That’s exactly what I mean.”
“It never meant anything before you.” “Aw,” she teased. “You’re a sweet slut.”
Sweet slut 🥰
“Oh, I know exactly who I’m talking to,” I snapped right back. Folding my arms across my chest I let him know in no uncertain terms that he didn’t wield an ounce of power or control over me.
QUEEN AOIFE
“Help him, Aoife,” she cried, clutching at her throat. “He’s all alone in t-the world.” “No, he’s not,” I assured her in a shaky tone as I ran for the door with only one destination in mind. “He has me.”
“I don’t run, remember?” I shot back, reaching across the table with my palm up. “And neither do you.” Joey stared at my outstretched hand for a long moment before placing his on top of it and entwining our fingers. “I guess we’re both too stubborn for running, huh, Molloy?” “Or too in love.” “Yeah,” he agreed, tone gruff, as he pressed a kiss to the back of my hand. “Or that.”
I watched him the other night. He didn’t even try to hide it.
My poor baby..
“Stop,” he whispered, shaking now, pushing his bloodied hands through his rain-soaked hair. “Make it stop.”
“You are nothing like him.” “Yes, I am,” he strangled out, breaking free from my hold as he staggered away from me. “And if you don’t get away from me soon, you’re going to end up just like my mother.”
“I…love…” I felt my body tense when he clumsily reached across the car and tried to pat my thigh. “You…Molloy.…” “Tell me when you’re sober,” I replied, giving his hand a gentle squeeze. “It won’t count tonight.” “Why won’t it count, Molloy?” “Because you won’t remember it,” I whispered sadly.
This is why you don’t have nice things, my conscience hissed while my lungs constricted to the point that I couldn’t fucking breathe. Because you break them!
“I’ll be seeing ya, Molloy,”
Wait no come back
one thing I was sure of was that I would never become to them what Darren had become to me. I would never abandon them. If I could do nothing else, I would spare them that pain.
“I want you to know that you’ve been the best part of my day for every day since I was twelve years old.”
“I really, really don’t love you, asshole.”
I’m not replacing you, Molloy.” I couldn’t. “I’m trying to fix me.” For you.
