18 January 2013
Part 11 - sorry I haven't wrote them in ages :( Josh's POV
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As soon as I got back, I picked up something was wrong. It was quiet, too quiet. 'Mollŷ?!' I yelled frantically, dropping the white plastic bag and slamming the door, to rush to the bathroom. Only to be disappointed when I didn't see her beautiful face once more.
Still in the bathroom, I saw, resting on the black marble counter top, her/my/our results... I hesitated at first, but, what they heck? 'It' is my child, after all. I slowly crept towards it, and as soon as I was within decent eye sight of it, my eyes went crazy. I forced my eyes to look at the results....here goes nothing.... (+)
'IM A DAD!' I yelled, forgetting I was alone and 'it's' mother is gone, 'pegathorpes..,' I whispered to myself, 'oh damn.'
I ran out the apartment, grabbing my phone, keys and coat on the way. I banged the door shut and locked it, I raced towards the lift and pressed the button. Too slow. I speeded down the stairs, 3 at a time. Ran out the hotel to my car out front, unlocked it while sprinting and opened the door and slammed it back shut within two seconds. Can't be bothered with seatbelt at a time like this. I start the engine of the vehicle and race towards the free way. I grab my phone and begin to dial in her number. * BRING BRING* * BRING BRING* * BRING —* 'Hello, Mollŷ?' I panicked down the phone, my foot hammering down on the accelerator, 'No. This is Luca.' Replied a deep voice, sounding very masculine, 'Where is she?' 'Who?' He asked, holding the 'o', Urgh this guy is annoying me now. 'You freakin know who. Mollŷ? I want her. Now.' I demanded, making my voice sound as hard as his,
'Well, you'll have to find her first, good luck. I might as well just tell you the registration plate of our Mondeo XT. Oh damn.' He said, I smiled, so he's driving a Ford Mondeo - fast, but not as fast as mine.
'Hah. Go on then, reg. plate.' I questioned, holding his offer against him,
'Well, erm, I didn't mean it literally...' His voice sounding rather childish now, 'Right. Behind. You.' Was his last words, and then all I could hear was, * BLEEP.* * BLEEP.*
I won't give up on you, Mollŷ. I'll search for you until it kills me. I love you.
THE GIRL WHO IS ALLOWED A HUSBAND AT 17 • Opuss № I