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Must It All End in Violence?

Chapter Nine

For the next few days, Molly floated about in a detached state like a ghost in a haunted house. She hardly ate nor drank and stayed in bed draped in one of the silk gowns David had bought her. She did ask David a few questions and after he answered, she hmmed and floated away.

“What is the ash for?” She asked. 

“Some use it as a youth elixir. Some as a suggestion potion,” David said.


Float away.

“Who was the man on the altar?”

“I don’t know.”


Float away.

Once she started eating again she was averse to anything meat-like. She stuck to fruit and vegetables. She did crave some milk too but the sight of it reminded her of semen. She also couldn’t stand the smell of bleach.

Molly stayed away from work that week. Frank was worried that she might crack and run to the police. “It was a mistake bringing that girl to worship. I told you it was too early for her,” Frank said.

“She’s fine. She’s tougher than she looks,” David said.


Molly wasn’t fine. Molly was freaking out. The morning that David and his father argued over her temple visit, she had felt uneasy. She had a cup of tea to soothe her stomach but it wouldn’t stay down. After vomiting a couple of times too many, she purchased a pregnancy kit. 

It was positive.

She was going to have a baby. 

She was going to have a baby by a man who belonged in a cult. A cult baby.

“Jesus Christ!” She exclaimed. Then she laughed at her calling for Jesus out loud after what she had just witnessed. She wanted to call her mother but she just could not imagine what she would say to her. How she’d start the conversation.

Hi mum, I’m pregnant. The father? Oh just this guy I’m seeing. We’re really serious. He’s really nice. He has a good job, he’s very into family. Oh, and just the other day his father sacrificed a man on an altar and people bathed in the man’s blood while others had an orgy. Otherwise, I’m doing well, how are you?

No. She had to get out. 


In the afternoon of that day, Frank left the restaurant in David’s care and drove to his apartment. He wanted to see Molly. To see how she was doing. Maybe blow some ash her way. When he got to the door, he knocked and waited for a response. When he didn’t get any, he used the spare key he had in his pocket to let himself in.

“Molly?” He called. 

No answer.

He shut the door behind him and looked around. He started in the living room and then the kitchen. He checked the balcony but Molly wasn’t there. He walked into the bedroom and checked for her things. They were missing. On the bedside table was a note. Frank picked it up, read it and stashed it in his pocket. 

He knew where Molly was. He was going to bring her back.


When David came home and found Molly’s things missing, he called his father.

“You were right,” David said. “She’s gone.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Frank said. “We’ll find you a new one.”

With that, David hung up, poured himself a drink, and switched on the news.


Frank found Molly two days later at dusk while she was getting on a bus to the coast. He had Patrick sniff out her trail. Patrick traced her to a small hotel where she remained hidden before her trip. Patrick watched her and reported back to his boss. 

The bus was almost empty save for Molly and three others. Of the three, two were travelling together, the third was asleep in the back. Molly was startled at seeing Frank towering at the door. He walked up to her and said, “Let’s go.”

“I don’t want to,” Molly said. 

“You don’t have a choice,” Frank said, adjusting his glasses.

“I’ll scream,” Molly said.

“I know.”

Frank dragged Molly out of the bus. She kicked and screamed and shouted expletives at him but he never let go of her hand. He led her to the parking lot of an abandoned building. There was a car there but it wasn’t Frank’s regular SUV. It was a taxi.

Frank made Molly sit in the back of the taxi while he talked to the driver. Molly sat quietly, trying to hear what the two men were talking about over her heavy breaths. She could only make up so much. Her guess was that Frank was instructing the driver to take her back to David’s place. She didn’t have time to make a second guess because Frank left and the driver jumped into his seat. He locked the doors but before he started the car he looked behind at Molly and smiled. 

“Hi. My name is Danson. I’ll be your chauffeur today.”


Comments: 4
  • Gladys August 7, 2021 3:29 pm

    A great piece,is there more?

  • Marren B. August 9, 2021 10:23 am

    OH NO, OH NO,…. OH NO, NO, NO ,NO!!! Poor Molly.

  • Shad August 9, 2021 6:57 pm

    Molly must the unluckiest person ever. Amekapitia sana lol

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