molly

7:Morgan'sPOV:

I drove as fast as I could, away from the fundraiser, exceeding the speed limit. To believe that of all the people in the world that I could bump into, Dante with that stupid bitch Nova! And ruin my perfect life!

Don't don't, please don't! I pleaded with my tears. They were so close to breeching my lash line.

The tears were stubborn, ignoring my pleas. With the back of my palm, I wiped them away from my face, trying to focus on the road before me, overtaking cars like a drunken driver would.

I had tried all that I could to put the past behind me and create a new life for myself, for Cole and Miranda. I had moved on...or so I told myself to believe. And before I knew it, there was Dante, just there.

I almost ran into the policeman waving a Barton in front for me to allow down. The force I applied on the brakes, if applied on a speed faster than the one I was on, would have landed me in the hospital with immediate surgery for a heart surgery.

I quickly wiped the tears from my face as the policeman came knocking on the window of my car. Putting on my best smile, I wound down the glass.

"You know you are well above the speed limit ma'am." He said, a hard pressed line on his lips.

"I'm sorry officer," I said.

He requested for my license, which I gave to him. He also checked other things and began rambling on about stuff I couldn't grasp due to my involvement in the thoughts concerning Dante.

"Miss Rosewood?" He called.

"Yes?" I wiped tears from my eyes and turned to face him.

"Is everything all right?"

I nodded.

"This happens to be your first time over speeding, so I'll let you pass on this with no license points." He handed my license over. "But anymore of this, would attract a fine of a hundred pounds which I am sure that you know of."

I nodded, eager to get out of there and get to my room where I could bawl all I wanted to.

"Have a nice evening miss."

I tried a smile but failed, kicking my engine into motion. Trying my best to keep my speed limit in check. I sniffed, keeping the tears in, at least till I got home, to the comfort of my room.

"You are home quite early miss Rosewood..." Mr Vontrap was saying but my mind was too clogged to pay attention. I walked as fast as my feet could carry me to the room and then broke out into a run when I found out that I couldn't keep the tears in anymore.

I ran into my room, banging the door shut behind me. Then the tears came rushing in.

Damn him! Damn him! Damn him!

The memories just came flossing back. The night he had returned home with Nova, the way he had shoved the divorce papers at me, the way he said that he never loved me... How he sent me out of the house...

All the days, weeks, and months I had spent thinking that in some sort of way, a miracle might occur and send him back to me, apologizing for all that he did, taking me back to the fairytale life we had, where we would live, watch our children grow and grow old together without worries.

How I had spent time thinking of all these things... Only to meet him there, at the fundraiser, with Nova...Nova!

I just let the tears keep flowing, till there were no tears left to cry.

A knock on my door, got me up to my feet.

"Daddy?" I checked the time on my wristwatch, and it was 8:00 pm. So fast? How did I lose track of time like that?

"Can I come in?"

"Of course." I shifted away from the door, letting him in.

"But first..." I said closing the door behind me.

"The fundraising went well. Too bad you missed it." He cut me off, dodging whatever it was I was going to say.

"Dad..."

"Everyone wanted to see you. Mia was even surprised you left without seeing her..."

I had forgotten! Mia Loveson and I were to go out and have fun after the fundraiser. I would have to call her and apologize. But that would be later. Right now...

"Daddy!" I called firmly.

"Okay, you got me." He raised his hands, with a sigh. "You left because of him didn't you? "

"No! I didn't." I said defending myself. "I was just tired and needed to rest."

He raised his eyes inquisitively, and it was then that I knew I had fallen into his trap. He hadn't said who the 'him' was.

"Okay, you got me." I sighed, sitting in my bed.

He came to sit beside me, a look of worry in his eyes. "I might not know what it feels like, but I'm here to listen..."

I drew in a deep breath, angry at the tears that had began to awake. "I... I.." Then they came pouring.

"Shh... It's okay." He took me into his arms, patting my back. "It's okay princess. It's okay."

It felt safe to cry in his embrace. And I was more than grateful that I had him with me these four years, by my side, my comforter, a shoulder to cry on, my father that came to me when I needed him.

I don't want to let go but he had duties to attend to, more like an after party with his friends. After he was gone, I checked in on the children that were asleep, making a decision to protect them from their unavailable fatter that had magically showed up just as he magically drove me away.

I went back to my room, sleep was like a farfetched dream. It was after tiny streaks of daylight began to struggle their way into my room that I manged to get a few hours of sleep, only to be woken up by the incessant buzzing of my phone.

"Mm hmm?" I mumbled, sleep still clogging my senses.

"Not a good morning?" A familiar husky tone asked.

"Mia!" I gasped, getting up from the bed. "I'm sorry about yesterday..."

"I know. Something came up. Your dad said you had to be home early so I had no right to get angry."

I took a deep breath. What would I do without my dad?

"There's a tea party today. Precisely, this evening, for all the 'ladiez' " she said with enough emphasis on the 'laidiez'. Of course she meant the women of money, women born into wealth. "And you are coming?"

"Typical Mia Loveson." I sighed, getting up from bed. "You don't give a chance to reply do you?"

"Never." She responded, laughing. "And make sure to clear your schedule before coming. You can't bail on me a second time." And the line went dead.

"Mommy!!!" Cole screamed jumping on the bed. I almost lost my heart at the scare he gave me.

"What are you doing here?" I asked scooping him up.

"Just playing. Did I scare you?"

"No you didn't sweetie. But why would you be playing this early?"

"It's more like an exercise an less of play." He said as I put him down.

"And who is this play mate? " I asked chuckling.

"My dog, Molly."

"Molly?" I asked, shocked. "Your dog's name is Molly?"

But he was out of my room before he could hear my question, let alone answer it. Funny, that's the name of the make believe dog that man mentioned.

Coincidence is such a funny thing.