Page 10 of The Promise

Molly

Betrayal. That’s all I feel right now and it’s the one emotion I try my best to avoid, that’s why I don’t do relationships, feelings and all that bullshit. But somehow I’ve still ended up hurt, my belly twisting into knots as Ollie’s words play on repeat in my mind like a fucking broken record. I just want to snap it in two so it will shut the fuck up, but I can’t get a grip on it. So instead, I smush my face into my pillow and try to halt the onslaught of tears that free fall down my face.

My bedroom door creaks open and Callie’s wary voice breaks through. “Mol, what the fuck happened?” She lays down beside me and I twist around to face her, sinking my wet cheeks into her strawberry scented hoodie as she holds me.

My carefree fun with Ollie is over, and not only is it over, but it fucking exploded right in my face. Every time we’ve had sex since I met Kyle, he’s all I’ve been able to think about, letting his handsome face slip into my mind whilst I have someone else’s dick inside me. It’s unhealthy and I know this, that’s exactly why I decided to end things with Ollie, but I had no idea the boy was going to fully break me as I did so.

One hour earlier…

I start gathering my clothes from the floor, after Ollie tore them off me and pinned me to the bed, burying his face between my open thighs and making me orgasm on his lips.

I clear my throat, knowing I have to do this now, or I never will. “Hey, do you think maybe we should stop seeing each other?” My voice is quieter than I think it ever has been, but I know I have to rip this extra painful bandaid off.

Ollie spins around fast, eyes locking on mine with panic. “What?” Oh god, this is what I didn’t want to happen. I never wanted to hurt him, but this can’t carry on any longer, when my eyes are firmly set on someone else now, it’s not fair on either of us.

“I just mean,” I drag a nervous hand through my long hair. “Maybe this thing has run it’s course now and it’s time to move on.”

Ollie takes three long strides across the room, gripping my hips in a bruising hold. “Mol, I’ve been telling you that I like you for weeks now, asking you out on a date that you stubbornly refuse to go on and then you say this has run it’s course?”

“That’s exactly why I think this is done,” That and a blonde haired hockey goalie that’s caught my undivided attention since I kissed him. “You want something that I can’t give you and never will be able to give you.” Ollie’s tattooed hands fall from my body and he takes a step back. “You like someone else don’t you?” The hurt swimming in his eyes is making me feel nauseous.

I look down at the ground with a shake of my head. “No, that’s not what this is about.”

“I think that’s exactly what this is about!” He yells, making me jump, and when I look into his usually light green eyes, they’ve darkened to a shade of moss. He looks mad, madder than I’ve ever seen him and my heart starts to pump.

He slams a fist down on his desk. “You know what? Whatever. This is bullshit.” He throws me daggers across the room and yanks a pair of jeans up his legs. He grips tightly onto the frame of his bedroom door and I almost think I hear the wood splinter. “Oh and by the way,” he turns his face to me, the steaming anger radiating from him. “I fucked Katie Macdonald last weekend and her blowjobs are ten out of ten.” My head is spinning, his words bouncing around and before I can throw a mangled slur of curses at him, I grab the nearest thing to me, which happens to be the lamp on his bedside table.

I hurl it across the room at him. “You piece of shit!” Unfortunately the fucker half dodges it, the lamp bouncing off his huge bicep and landing with a clatter on the floor.

I reach for my handbag through the blur of tears that are pooling in my eyes and fly past him, out of the door and into the hallway, where I practically sprint towards the lift.

I can’t believe Ollie would do that to me, I know this thing between us has always been casual, but we had a deal. He knows how important it is to me that he didn’t sleep with anyone else whilst he was with me. Callie twists one of my bright waves around her finger. “Mol that’s…that’s awful, I’m sorry he did that to you, he’s a shit bag.” She weaves an arm around my shoulder, hauling me into her side and I let my head fall against her chest. “Hey, the boys are going out in a minute, so maybe we should go with them. You know, have a drink and take your mind off it?” I shake my head, sniffing back the remaining moisture. “No, thanks Cal but I'm not in the mood,” I sit up, “you should go though, have fun with Sean.” Callie’s eyes are concerned, creases in the centre of her eyebrows forming. “Are you sure? I don’t want you to be alone when you’re upset.” I shrug, planting a light kiss against her cheek as I stand up. “I’ll be fine Cal honestly, I'm just going to watch a movie or something then go to bed.” Callie assesses me for a minute longer, before nodding and sweeping out of my bedroom, letting my door close behind her with a click. I sink my face back into my pillow, swallowing down the stinging betrayal I still feel when I think about Ollie’s confession. This is exactly why I have never and will never do relationships, they’re too fucking complicated and they almost always end with one person’s heart shattering into a million pieces.

Kyle

“Is she ok?” I ask Callie in a whisper, not wanting Molly to hear me if her bedroom door is ajar.

Callie shakes her head, curls moving with her. “No, not really, but she will be. I think she just wants a bit of space, so can I come out with you guys?” Sean scoops her into his chest and drops a kiss to her lips. “Of course you can baby, will she be ok on her own though?”

Callie nods, looking over her shoulder towards Molly’s bedroom door, that is hidden around the bend of their hallway. There’s not a single sound coming from her room and that’s making me feel uneasy.

“Come on then, let’s go.” Sean says quietly, tipping his head towards the door as he gestures for us to leave, but something isn’t sitting right with me. I don’t want to leave here knowing Molly is going to spend the evening alone and in tears.

“I’m going to stay here,” I blurt, before I can chicken out and change my mind.

Callie’s warning eyes snap to mine. “This is not the time to be trying to weasel your way into her knickers Kyle.”

“I won’t,” I hold my hands up, Callie’s fiery gaze making me swallow hard. “I swear, I just don’t like the thought of her being here alone. I promise I won’t even bother her, unless she wants some company.”

Callie looks at Sean, who nods casually, trusting me not to push it when Molly is in this state and he’s right to trust me. I’m not that kind of guy, I just don’t want her to be alone here when she’s upset, that’s all this is. “Fine,” Callie hisses, “but if I find out you tried anything with her Kyle, I swear, I'll have your balls for a keyring.”

“She will,” Sean whispers, squeezing Callie’s waist and dragging her — along with her warning glare — out of the dorm room and into the corridor, leaving me alone in the living room.

An eery silence fills the place and I immediately feel unsettled. I sit down on the sofa, itching to do something. I know I said I wouldn’t bother Molly, but maybe I should just check she’s ok, offer her a glass of water or something? I don’t fucking know.

I don’t know what I'm even doing here, what was I thinking staying here alone with her? I'm just torturing myself.

I stand up, pacing back and forth with my thumbnail between my teeth. Should I go and check on her? No, I should do as Callie said and just leave her alone. But I don’t want to leave her alone. I want to see her, know she’s not crying anymore and ask her who the fuck made her so upset, so I can put them through a wall as soon as possible.

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