chapter 13

Molly

They hated my father, but that wasn’t new. I barely registered it, but I had that morning because it felt wrong, not wanting my dad to go inside when normally I knew it was only better when he was away.

Then Ashton came out. They bypassed each other, and the look Ashton gave my father.

He hated him. He wanted to kill him. The sneer. The disdain, and a surge went up in me.

He was cute. So cute.

I didn’t remember what he was wearing that day, just how he looked and how I knew, no matter how old he was, that he had darkness in him.

He could do what I couldn’t, and even back then, I hadn’t wanted to admit what I wanted to do.

That darkness inside of me.

I wanted to be away from my father.

Ashton, this boy going past him, could do that for me.

I knew it then, and that’s why I never forgot him. I couldn’t.

He was the prettiest and cutest boy I’d ever seen. Beautiful black hair that he’d been raking a hand through. Eyes that were so dark I was sure they were black. Eyelashes that fram