Craving Molly(30)
“You think it’s okay for him to treat his kids like that?” I asked incredulously as I rounded the hood. “Seriously?”
“You got any brothers?” Will asked, turning to face me as I reached him.
“You know I don’t.”
“Then you got no fuckin’ idea what you’re talking about.”
“That’s bullshit!”
“What’s bullshit is you goin’ over to my parents’ house so full of yourself that you fuckin’ pick them apart before we even sit down to dinner.”
“I didn’t do that!”
“Right,” Will scoffed, reaching up to scratch at his beard as he shook his head.
“Your dad is scary, Will.”
“Scary?” he asked through clenched teeth. “Yeah, okay.”
“He is.”
“Agreed.”
“Then why the hell are you mad at me?”
“Because you’re makin’ him out to be this goddamn monster when you don’t know what the hell you’re talkin’ about and it’s irritating as fuck!”
“He threat—”
“Yeah, I heard you the fuckin’ first time,” Will said, cutting me off. “You don’t know them. You don’t know shit. You’ve never seen Tommy lose his shit—and I hope like fuck you never do. That kid is angry, Molly. He goes off the fuckin’ rails.”
“So get him some help!” I blurted. Will’s explanations were fucking ridiculous. I didn’t understand why he wasn’t seeing what I was seeing. Were they all so dysfunctional that this shit was normal?
“You think they haven’t tried?” Will asked, taking a step toward me. “You think they haven’t done everything they can? My dad would die for Tommy—for any of his kids. But Tommy’s practically an adult and he doesn’t want to talk to some shrink—”
“I’m sure calling them shrinks is really fucking helpful.”
“—but he knows that my dad won’t let him lose it. All it took tonight was a couple of words, and Tommy knew what the fuck he’d done. He knocked that shit off, and you obviously didn’t notice him apologizing to my mom two seconds later.”
I stared at him in confusion. How the hell did we even get to that point of the conversation?
“Boys are different than girls, Molly,” Will said, trying to get his temper under control. “Especially teenage boys that have testosterone makin’ them nuts. Tommy is ten times worse because he’s dealin’ with PTSD and fuck knows what else.”
“I was uncomfortable when you left me with people I didn’t know,” I replied stiffly, trying to bring the conversation back to its original intent.#p#分页标题#e#
“You have boys with me,” Will said softly, still not letting it go, “I’m not gonna let them talk to you with disrespect. Not ever.”
“That won’t happen,” I mumbled as Will pressed me up against the driver’s door.
“What?” His big hand wrapped around the front of my jaw and tilted my face up until we were eye to eye.
“Why are we fighting?” I asked, searching his face.
“Sugar, you were ignorin’ shit tonight.”
“No, I wasn’t.”
“Yeah, Moll, you were. So set on seein’ shit one way—you didn’t even notice the rest of it.”
“Not true,” I whispered as he leaned down closer to me.
“You see him making sure my ma sat down? Gettin’ up to get the drinks so she’d get off her feet?” He waited until I nodded before continuing. “Made sure Lil had everything she needed where she could reach it. Called your baby a sweetheart. That’s my dad, babe. He’s scary, yeah. But he’s a softy when it comes to family.”
“He freaks me out,” I muttered as Will brushed his lips against my cheek.
“You think I’m any different?” he asked against my jaw.
“I know you are.”
“No, you don’t. You see me when I’m with you,” he replied with a chuckle, sucking at the skin of my throat.
I slid my hand to the back of his neck, swallowing hard as I tangled my fingers in the hair there and pulled his head back.
“What don’t I see?” I asked as he inhaled sharply through his nose.
“That I’m just as scary,” he growled, jerking his head forward and biting playfully at my neck.
My body relaxed in increments as I giggled, and before he was done, I was wrapped around him and pinned against the side of the car.
“We better get sleepin’ beauty inside,” Will finally said, biting my earlobe.