Post by Molly Byrne on May 26, 2016 2:09:01 GMT
It always amazed her how quickly Ben got rid of her towards the end of the night. Sure, she was only training and there was really no need for her to stay until close at this point, but sometimes he literally pushed her out from behind the bar. Maybe he had some lady friend – or male friend – that came to visit him late at night. Maybe there were some shady things going on in the back of The Dive or at the marina or something. Who knows. Molly just kept her blinders on and went about her own personal business. No need to get all wrapped up in that stuff.
On her way home from The Dive, the top down on her little green bug and the wind tussling about that little bob of hers, all she really could think about was Adam. Something wasn’t sitting right, but she was pretty sure she was just being paranoid. This is what happens when she stays in one place too long, and apparently being near her brother just speeds up that whole mental process. All she needed was for him to sit her down, explain things in that way he can where she can put her blinders back on, and she’ll be fine. If only they weren’t like two ships passing in the night. Literally.
There was no surprise or shock when she pulled up along the front of the house and saw the driveway empty. It seemed just about every day he told her not to wait up, not to worry, that he would see her in the morning. Which, he usually did. Pulling into one of the carport type spaces, Molly put the top up and locked her doors with that cool little remote start button thing she now had.
For some reason she was a bit more tired than usual, but it had been a busy night at the bar. And there was that one dude who just never seemed happy with anything. Even Molly can only be bubbly and giddy for just so long. With a soft little tune humming against those cupid’s lips, the petite pixie headed for the door. She needed new TOMs, the soles of the ones she currently wore were practically non-existent. Just before she put the key in to open the door, she pulled her phone from a stonewashed denim skirt – one that had also seen better days. Realizing it was only nearing 10:00pm, she sighed and pushed her way inside. No way was she going to wait up for Adam knowing she needed to go to early mass in the morning. A quick text was sent, just letting him know she was home and for him to be careful. The phone was tucked back into her pocket as she set her bag down by the front door, letting it shut behind her with a thud.
As soon as that door shut, she heard something off towards the bedrooms. There was a dull bang, followed by what sounded like metal dropping on the floor and finally a muffled grunt. “Adam?” she called out, as steps took her in the direction of his room. “Are you home? I didn’t see you truck…” Because it had to be him. “Are you ok?” It couldn’t have been anyone else because that sort of thing can’t happen again. It wouldn’t happen again. Enough had happened.
But as she began to round the door frame into Adam’s room, she was suddenly met fist to jaw. She gasped and stumbled backwards, losing her balance to come crashing down against the tile floor. It took her a split second to realize what had happened, beginning to scramble up to her feet just as the black masked individual was bending down to grab the collar of her shirt. She was trying to go for her phone just as fingers covered in black gloves grabbed a hold of her t-shirt and tugged her up quickly. “Don’t think about it, bitch..” came the raspy voice from behind the mask. As she felt her body shoved into wall, she squeezed her eyes shut as she let out a singular cough in pain. The phone tumbled to the ground, clattering against the floor, and her eyes opened wide. Catch his gaze, catch his gaze was all she kept telling herself, feeling him starting to pull her away from the wall. Unfortunately for her, he had several inches on her and she couldn’t get her feet steady on the ground. Another slam of her body into the wall and the pixie was shouting out.
This time she felt him holding her in place, one hand around her throat, the other he used for balance. “Look I ain’ trynna hurt ya. Best not be sayin’ anything to nobody bout this little incident, ya hear? Just came lookin’ for a little cash…” His breath smelled like he had been forgoing proper dental hygiene for a week or two, and the smell mixed with the pressure against her throat had her gasping for air.
Her heart was racing in her chest. She was sure the man before her could hear each and every beat, that he could feel the blood rushing through her veins, or smell the fear. The grip on her throat was getting stronger, and the more she flailed her little legs to steady herself the closer she came to blacking out. “That’s it.. jus go to sleep, little bitch.”
No. That was not going to happen. She was not going to let some strange man in her brother’s home choke her unconscious. Letting her legs rest for a split second, she managed just enough strength to send a knee crashing into the would be thief’s junk. A nice boney knee against a small penis was apparently a pretty shitty feel because Molly’s body soon fell back to the ground, finally free of his hands. While he took a minute to get over the shooting pain between his legs, Molly refused to give herself a chance to catch her breath. It was more of a crawl at first, but she managed to get herself towards her room.
Just as she grabbed the frame of her doorway to begin pulling herself all the way up, he reached out to shove her legs out from underneath her. “You fuckin’ cunt! I will fuckin’ gut you fo’that shit.”
She cried out as she felt her knees hit the hard floor again. He grabbed her ankle, trying to tug her back to him, but Molly kicked and flailed and landed one worn sole directly – by the Grace of God – into his face. He grunted, losing his grip and gave Molly just enough time to pull herself into her room.
Instead of trying to shut and lock her door, Molly was headed towards her bed, shoving herself across it to grab the aluminum bat that was now propped up near the window. The one she had pulled from the storage shed per Adam’s suggestion. To ease her mind about the robberies. Her hand reached the knob on the end, pulling it towards her and quickly rolling over in an attempt to hop off and stand on her feet.
It ended up not working out quite that way because he was right behind her, pinning her shoulders to the bed. “Git off me yeh fookin’ ogre!” With her shoulders pinned, she couldn’t get a good swing of the bat, but she was able to shove the knob up into his diaphragm.
“All I was gonna do was ake some shit. You had to go an’ruin that. And kick me in the dick, you stupid cunt. I’m going to kill you, cunt.” His words were choppy with the shots to his stomach, but she didn’t have enough leverage to really do any damage. Grabbing the collar of her shirt again, he pulled back a fist and sent it towards her face. But this time she was ready for it.
Tucking to the side, she was able to miss most of the blow. Instead of landing directly on her already bruised jaw, Molly tucked enough to only catch a bit on her temple. With the majority of his first going into the bed, his elbow buckled and took sent him off kilter. She kept rolling to the one side and landed her feet on the ground.
Pushing back from the bed she was able to get a better grip on the bat, turning to face the guy as he lunged at her. There was a hefty swing, all power behind those little legs of hers. Contact was made with the end cap right to the cheekbone of the black mask. There was a crack sound, and he doubled over while stringing together a list of indiscernible curse words. “Fuck you stupid bitch!”
He made the mistake of lunging for her a second time, and she cried out as she let the bat leave its resting place on her shoulder one more time. The barrel smashed into his temple and knocked him out instantly. But it seemed that Molly wasn’t so sure he was down for the count for she sent the bat down into his skull not once, not twice, but three more times. She couldn’t see through the hot tears that were pouring down her face, or hear the cracking of his bones below the painful wailing of her own voice. When the third strike hit, she let the bat drop from her hands.
She didn’t check to see if he was alive or dead, but she knew what the outcome most likely was. Her breathing was rapid, still sore from the man’s hands gripping her throat. Turning from the body, swiping both tears and blood spatter from her eyes, the realization of what had just happened caught up with her and she rushed to find her phone. The one that was still just lying there on the floor of the hallway.
Hands were shaking as she lifted it, barely able to get the screen to unlock in order to find the only person she would ever call in something like this. She prayed, prayed, that he answered. That prayer was not answered. Not on the second call, or the third.
“Fookin’ answer yer phone!” She screamed into the expanse of the home. Back of her hand wiped at her nose, leaning back against the wall as she tried to compose herself. Slowly she slid down to the ground, resting her rear against the tile and head back. Phone pressed to her ear and she did her best to leave a steady voicemail for her brother.
Sure, she probably should have called the cops, but Molly just wasn’t sure that was the right path to go down at the moment.
[voicelmail to adam]
On her way home from The Dive, the top down on her little green bug and the wind tussling about that little bob of hers, all she really could think about was Adam. Something wasn’t sitting right, but she was pretty sure she was just being paranoid. This is what happens when she stays in one place too long, and apparently being near her brother just speeds up that whole mental process. All she needed was for him to sit her down, explain things in that way he can where she can put her blinders back on, and she’ll be fine. If only they weren’t like two ships passing in the night. Literally.
There was no surprise or shock when she pulled up along the front of the house and saw the driveway empty. It seemed just about every day he told her not to wait up, not to worry, that he would see her in the morning. Which, he usually did. Pulling into one of the carport type spaces, Molly put the top up and locked her doors with that cool little remote start button thing she now had.
For some reason she was a bit more tired than usual, but it had been a busy night at the bar. And there was that one dude who just never seemed happy with anything. Even Molly can only be bubbly and giddy for just so long. With a soft little tune humming against those cupid’s lips, the petite pixie headed for the door. She needed new TOMs, the soles of the ones she currently wore were practically non-existent. Just before she put the key in to open the door, she pulled her phone from a stonewashed denim skirt – one that had also seen better days. Realizing it was only nearing 10:00pm, she sighed and pushed her way inside. No way was she going to wait up for Adam knowing she needed to go to early mass in the morning. A quick text was sent, just letting him know she was home and for him to be careful. The phone was tucked back into her pocket as she set her bag down by the front door, letting it shut behind her with a thud.
As soon as that door shut, she heard something off towards the bedrooms. There was a dull bang, followed by what sounded like metal dropping on the floor and finally a muffled grunt. “Adam?” she called out, as steps took her in the direction of his room. “Are you home? I didn’t see you truck…” Because it had to be him. “Are you ok?” It couldn’t have been anyone else because that sort of thing can’t happen again. It wouldn’t happen again. Enough had happened.
But as she began to round the door frame into Adam’s room, she was suddenly met fist to jaw. She gasped and stumbled backwards, losing her balance to come crashing down against the tile floor. It took her a split second to realize what had happened, beginning to scramble up to her feet just as the black masked individual was bending down to grab the collar of her shirt. She was trying to go for her phone just as fingers covered in black gloves grabbed a hold of her t-shirt and tugged her up quickly. “Don’t think about it, bitch..” came the raspy voice from behind the mask. As she felt her body shoved into wall, she squeezed her eyes shut as she let out a singular cough in pain. The phone tumbled to the ground, clattering against the floor, and her eyes opened wide. Catch his gaze, catch his gaze was all she kept telling herself, feeling him starting to pull her away from the wall. Unfortunately for her, he had several inches on her and she couldn’t get her feet steady on the ground. Another slam of her body into the wall and the pixie was shouting out.
This time she felt him holding her in place, one hand around her throat, the other he used for balance. “Look I ain’ trynna hurt ya. Best not be sayin’ anything to nobody bout this little incident, ya hear? Just came lookin’ for a little cash…” His breath smelled like he had been forgoing proper dental hygiene for a week or two, and the smell mixed with the pressure against her throat had her gasping for air.
Her heart was racing in her chest. She was sure the man before her could hear each and every beat, that he could feel the blood rushing through her veins, or smell the fear. The grip on her throat was getting stronger, and the more she flailed her little legs to steady herself the closer she came to blacking out. “That’s it.. jus go to sleep, little bitch.”
No. That was not going to happen. She was not going to let some strange man in her brother’s home choke her unconscious. Letting her legs rest for a split second, she managed just enough strength to send a knee crashing into the would be thief’s junk. A nice boney knee against a small penis was apparently a pretty shitty feel because Molly’s body soon fell back to the ground, finally free of his hands. While he took a minute to get over the shooting pain between his legs, Molly refused to give herself a chance to catch her breath. It was more of a crawl at first, but she managed to get herself towards her room.
Just as she grabbed the frame of her doorway to begin pulling herself all the way up, he reached out to shove her legs out from underneath her. “You fuckin’ cunt! I will fuckin’ gut you fo’that shit.”
She cried out as she felt her knees hit the hard floor again. He grabbed her ankle, trying to tug her back to him, but Molly kicked and flailed and landed one worn sole directly – by the Grace of God – into his face. He grunted, losing his grip and gave Molly just enough time to pull herself into her room.
Instead of trying to shut and lock her door, Molly was headed towards her bed, shoving herself across it to grab the aluminum bat that was now propped up near the window. The one she had pulled from the storage shed per Adam’s suggestion. To ease her mind about the robberies. Her hand reached the knob on the end, pulling it towards her and quickly rolling over in an attempt to hop off and stand on her feet.
It ended up not working out quite that way because he was right behind her, pinning her shoulders to the bed. “Git off me yeh fookin’ ogre!” With her shoulders pinned, she couldn’t get a good swing of the bat, but she was able to shove the knob up into his diaphragm.
“All I was gonna do was ake some shit. You had to go an’ruin that. And kick me in the dick, you stupid cunt. I’m going to kill you, cunt.” His words were choppy with the shots to his stomach, but she didn’t have enough leverage to really do any damage. Grabbing the collar of her shirt again, he pulled back a fist and sent it towards her face. But this time she was ready for it.
Tucking to the side, she was able to miss most of the blow. Instead of landing directly on her already bruised jaw, Molly tucked enough to only catch a bit on her temple. With the majority of his first going into the bed, his elbow buckled and took sent him off kilter. She kept rolling to the one side and landed her feet on the ground.
Pushing back from the bed she was able to get a better grip on the bat, turning to face the guy as he lunged at her. There was a hefty swing, all power behind those little legs of hers. Contact was made with the end cap right to the cheekbone of the black mask. There was a crack sound, and he doubled over while stringing together a list of indiscernible curse words. “Fuck you stupid bitch!”
He made the mistake of lunging for her a second time, and she cried out as she let the bat leave its resting place on her shoulder one more time. The barrel smashed into his temple and knocked him out instantly. But it seemed that Molly wasn’t so sure he was down for the count for she sent the bat down into his skull not once, not twice, but three more times. She couldn’t see through the hot tears that were pouring down her face, or hear the cracking of his bones below the painful wailing of her own voice. When the third strike hit, she let the bat drop from her hands.
She didn’t check to see if he was alive or dead, but she knew what the outcome most likely was. Her breathing was rapid, still sore from the man’s hands gripping her throat. Turning from the body, swiping both tears and blood spatter from her eyes, the realization of what had just happened caught up with her and she rushed to find her phone. The one that was still just lying there on the floor of the hallway.
Hands were shaking as she lifted it, barely able to get the screen to unlock in order to find the only person she would ever call in something like this. She prayed, prayed, that he answered. That prayer was not answered. Not on the second call, or the third.
“Fookin’ answer yer phone!” She screamed into the expanse of the home. Back of her hand wiped at her nose, leaning back against the wall as she tried to compose herself. Slowly she slid down to the ground, resting her rear against the tile and head back. Phone pressed to her ear and she did her best to leave a steady voicemail for her brother.
Sure, she probably should have called the cops, but Molly just wasn’t sure that was the right path to go down at the moment.
[voicelmail to adam]
