My Garage Band King
Chapter 2
By: Punk Princess
Around three o’clock Paul comes over and says in a cold voice that it is time for us to leave. I happily agree, I am way to drunk to notice how pissed of Paul really is.
We make our way to the exit when suddenly some jock dude pulls me over to him and says shit like “ Hey baby you want a piece of this?” as he points towards his very small penis I assume.
I laugh in his face and say “ No I if I did want some I wouldn’t get it from you and crayon like cock.”
Shit wrong thing to say! He raises his hand like he is gong to hit me ...and he does! He hits me and gives me a fucking bloody lip. Paul sees this and comes over and starts to beat the shit out of the guy.
When he is finally pulled off the guy he comes over and forcefully pulls me towards the door. He doesn’t even ask if I am ok, my lip is bleeding pretty badly but he doesn’t even care. I’m shocked! I have never seen Paul like this!
We get to the car and grunts “ Get in the fucking car.”
I do and once we are in and safely on the road I ask, “ What the fuck is wrong with you Paul?” He laughs it’s not his normal laugh that makes me smile and laugh also. But it is an evil almost scary laugh.
He looks over at me and yells “ What the fucks wrong with ME? What about you? First you flit with two of my best friends then you pick and fight with a huge guy!”
I cannot believe this! This is not my Paul, my Paul who makes me laugh and smile all the time. The Paul who would call me everyday just to see how I was. This was not him.
I felt tears start to roll down my cheeks. I was crying. A long time ago probably when we were Juniors I would spend almost every night in Paul’s arms crying my eyes out because my father had had a bad day and decided to beat the shit out of me. Paul promised me that He would never hurt me enough to make me cry, he said I had cried enough. And now he was the one making me sob.
I couldn’t answer him, all I managed to choke out between sobs was “ You broke your promise.”
Paul’s Pov
‘You broke your promise.’ Those words hit me hard. I did, I broke it I was the one who was causing her the pain this time. I can’t even look at her; her lips bleeding and tears are streaming down her cheeks. Every once and a while she struggles to breath and its all because of me. I can remember the night I made that promise…
* Flashback *
I was just about to drift to sleep when I heard the oh so familiar tap on my window. I slowly get out of bed wondering how bad it is going to be this time. This had been happening for the past two months. Molly’s parents would get in major arguments while Molly sat in her room. Her mother would get angry and leave and her father would be upset and he would come up into her room and beat the shit out her. After he got tired she would sneak out of her house and climb the oak tree in front of my window. I would clean her up and hold her for hours while she cried… she always blamed herself.
Tonight was the worst yet. Molly had bruises all up and down her arms, legs and stomach. Just looking at her made me sick to my stomach, she didn’t deserve this she was a good student and she was on the varsity basketball team. She wouldn’t look me in the eyes, she kept her head down while I cleaned the bleeding cuts and got ice for her bruises.
I sat there for almost twenty minutes just watching her, even now I still thought she was the most beautiful thing to walk this earth. I sigh and tell her to look at me.
I say again “ Look at me Molly.”
She looks up at me with her dark browns eyes that were usually full of life and happiness but today they were filled with shame and guilt.
“ You didn’t do anything wrong” “This is not your fault, you don’t deserve this.”
Tears rolled faster down her cheeks now then they ever had before. I reach up to wipe the tears away and she shrinks back, she thought I was going to hit her also. Tears well up in my eyes now I wipe them away and say “ I promise you that I will never to anything to hurt you or make you cry again, you’ve cried enough.”
“Promise?” she whimpered
“ Promise.” I cooed. I gently lean in and kiss her forehead, she leans into my touch and I can tell she wants my to hold her. I reach out to but she stops me.
I stare at her confused and she says, “ It hurts too much.” I gently laid her down in my bed and I watched her sleep all the while wondering how anyone could do this to this fantastic person.
* End Flashback *
Well pull up to my house and she jumps from the passengers seat and runs up into the guest bedroom, then locks herself in. I really fucked things up this time.
Molly’s Pov
I lock the door and slide all the way to the floor. I can’t believe Paul did that to me. He is such a jerk some times! I can’t believe he doesn’t see that I care about him and only want him. Paul never sees things unless they I right in front of his face, well then why can’t he see me?
I sit on the floor and try to subside my crying, when I hear footsteps coming closer and closer to my door. They reach it and stop, wait about a minute and knock.
“ Molly?!” Paul gently calls, no answer. “ Molly?!” He tries a little louder, still no answer. “ Molly!!” he screams, “ I know you are fucking in there!” He always had a short temper when it came to fights.
I sit there contemplating what I am going to say when Paul says, “ Molly just answer me please, we need to talk!” his voice is pleading and full of sorrow.
I feel bad for him; no he hurt me he should suffer also! So in spite of my hearts desires I tell Paul “ Go the fuck away I don’t was to look at you or speak to you! Leave me the fuck alone.” I hear him sniff and walk away. What have I done?
Paul’s Pov
I walk away from the door all the while thinking ‘ What have I done?’ I go to the kitchen and grab a bottle of vodka from the liquor cabinet. After I drink about half of the bottle I am pretty fucked up and I hear a knock on the door. I go to answer it and when I do Billy’s standing there.
Billy’s pov
I thought I would go over to Paul’s to see how they were both doing after the fight. Paul answers the door and is drunk as hell.
“ Paul what the fuck happened? You weren’t this drunk when you left the club!” I carefully ask Paul.
Paul guilty looks up at me and says “ I got in a fight with Molly and I said some things I shouldn’t have said.” “ I made her cry.” He sniffs. “ So I thought I would have a little drink before I went up and talked to her again.” As he finishes he manages to some how fall out of his chair, how he did that I don’t know.
“ What did you say to her?” I ask.
“ Well… Paul begins, “ I was something like how could she flit with two of my best friends right in front of me and I asked her why she picked a fight with that big jock dude.”
“ Man Paul! You are such a dumb fuck! She wasn’t flitting with either of us!” Billy exclaimed.
“She wasn’t?” Paul whispered.
“ No Benji was hitting on her and making her uncomfortable and I saw it and went over and asked her to dance to get her away from him.”
“ What do I do now? “ Paul asked “ Sleep of the alcohol then talk to Molly tomorrow”
“ Alright” Paul says before he passes out on the couch.