my past is like the weather

Molly Cain. 21. Preschool teacher. District 9. The Capitol District 13 Hijacked. my mind is still a mess. and what's left to be remembered, that's anybody's guess. cause my past is like the weather, it will come and it will go. i don't know, even know, what it is that i don't know. i'm some christopher columbus, sailing out into my mind, with no map of where i'm going or of what i've left behind. i don't know the things i don't know. i'm sure something's missing, i wish it would show. does the puzzle come together, piece and piece and row by row? i don't know, i don't know, where the fucking pieces go.

[molly-cain]

Whatever it is you need, it’s gonna have to wait.

[finnickodoubledair-blog-blog]

I was just gonna offer you a chocolate, but now I might have to rethink that. You’re very rude.

[molly-cain]

I’m also very pregnant.

[molly-cain]

Whatever it is you need, it’s gonna have to wait.

I just sat down and it takes me like twenty minutes to work up the energy to get up again.

[molly-cain]

-- I need to fucking talk to you.

[dylanbuchannan-blog]

"IT’S NOT OVER!" he shouted, slamming her back against the wall again. "That’s not for you to choose!"

He threw her to the ground as hard as his strength would allow, and anxiously started pacing in front of her. His words were coming fast and unintelligible, his hands trembling at his sides. His eyes flicked from Molly, to staring ahead of him at nothing in particular.

[molly-cain]

Molly cringed as her back hit the wall again, but that didn't quite prepare her for what was going to follow. Before she could even speak he had thrown her to the ground, the wind promptly knocked out of her. Struggling to take a breath, she shook her head and scrambled backwards, failing at getting back on her feet. "Find someone else to obsess over," she finally managed to gasp out. "It's over. Over."

[molly-cain]

-- I need to fucking talk to you.

[dylanbuchannan-blog]

"No. You don’t… NO!"

"You don’t know what you’re saying. Just stop. I won’t! You’re… It’s mine. It’s mine and you’re… You can’t do this. I won’t let you do this. I… You can’t leave. Okay? You can’t. I always find you, you know I do. So don’t go."

[molly-cain]

"I do know what I'm saying! You're...obsessive,you're a stalker, and you need to stop. I'm not yours, and it won't exist in a few days. It's over, Dylan. You need to leave me alone."

[molly-cain]

-- I need to fucking talk to you.

[dylanbuchannan-blog]

"I can’t."

He lowered his hand from her mouth, but he was still holding her firmly in place, as though she might bolt if he let her go. 

[molly-cain]

"You can." Her voice was quiet and cracked in the middle, and she swallowed hard. "You have to. Just...let me go, okay? Literally and...otherwise. Just let go."

[molly-cain]

-- I need to fucking talk to you.

[dylanbuchannan-blog]

"I will never give you up."

The words tumbled off his lips, his expression losing some of its edge and becoming more frantic as her tears spilled and she turned more into the woman he knew. His grip on her remained strong and he didn’t move away.

[molly-cain]

Molly shook her head despite his grip on her face, eyes wide and frightened as tears continued to fall. Her breathing was coming more erratic, frantic and shallow, and she just wanted to close her eyes and pretend that none of this was happening. A muffle "just..stop" left her from behind his hand, and she tried to shove him away from her again.

[molly-cain]

-- I need to fucking talk to you.

[dylanbuchannan-blog]

"You’re going to get rid of this baby, but you’re not getting rid of me. It’s not that fucking simple." 

"If you want me dead so bad, why are you here? You packing a gun on your somewhere, red? I think you said something you shouldn’t have, and I think that was a very, very bad idea."

[molly-cain]

“I’m here because I was fucking hoping that some part of you was human and you might actually feel some remorse for what you’ve done!” But that was impossible, evidently. Dylan wanted nothing more than to torment her, to make her life hell, and she just couldn’t understand why. “Why are you so obsessed with me?! Why can’t you just give it up?! Why —” but her final question was left unheard as his hand covered her mouth and her eyes widened again, tears finally spilling over as a bit of a whimper left her.

[molly-cain]

-- I need to fucking talk to you.

[dylanbuchannan-blog]

"You are mine. There is absolutely nothing you can do to change that. You’re my property. That baby? It’s mine. It’s mine until you do what you said you would. I’m never gone, Molly. Even if you don’t really know if I’m there. I’ve been there more times than you can account for. I know you better than anyone else in the world and I am not even close to done with you."

[molly-cain]

Molly shook her head frantically, still trying to push him off of her. Her eyes were welling up but she refused to cry in front of him, because that would only be something else for him to feed off of. "I'm not yours. This baby might be, but it'll be gone in a week. I want nothing to do with you. I want you gone. I'd like you dead. You're only there to torment me and torture me, and you are done with me because I say so."

[molly-cain]

-- I need to fucking talk to you.

[dylanbuchannan-blog]

Dylan grabbed her upper arms, shoving her hard against the wall behind her. He didn’t let go, his grip on her only tightening. He wouldn’t let her go, ever, no matter what she said.

"I can’t fucking leave you alone. Don’t you understand that? I can’t. I won’t. You’re mine, Molly."

[molly-cain]

Molly couldn't help but whine as her back hit the wall,  sure that there would be bruises there to serve as reminders later. Her eyes widened and flickered up to his, and she shook her head silently. She squirmed in his hold, trying to push at his chest, push him away, but strength and size were on his side. "You will or I'm getting you thrown in jail. I should have ages ago, but enough is enough. I'm not yours, the sight of you makes me sick and you are through with harassing me."

[molly-cain]

-- I need to fucking talk to you.

[dylanbuchannan-blog]

"I didn’t take anything from you. You wouldn’t even know what happened if I hadn’t fucking filled you in just to see that perfect, priceless look on your face. Stop acting so fucking damaged and just take care of it. You said yourself that you made the appointment. Why even tell me? Where the fuck is the point in that?" 

"Do you want me to apologize? I won’t. I did what I did. I’d do it again. And I could, Molly. I’ve made it in your house before. Hell, I’ve sat on your bed and watched you sleep. You wouldn’t be able to do anything about it."

[molly-cain]

"I was a virgin before all of this mess! So I fucking disagree!" But he'd taken so much more than that from her. He'd taken so much from her, so much that she would never be able to get back, and she hated him for it more than she could even really process. "And considering I'm pregnant I'm pretty sure I would figure it out." And all at once, she couldn't breathe. Her chest was tight and her stomach was churning, and she shook her head and took a step back from him. "I want you to go away. For good. I want you to leave me alone."

[molly-cain]

-- I need to fucking talk to you.

[dylanbuchannan-blog]

"Then what’s the point, Molly? It’s over. Nothing can change what happened. I don’t even know why it matters. You’re taking care of it. The end."

[molly-cain]

"The point is that you can't go raping people! The point is that you fucking took something from em that I can never get back and you impregnated me all without my permission! And you don't even care because it doesn't impact you at all, and that's not fair!"

[molly-cain]

-- I need to fucking talk to you.

[dylanbuchannan-blog]

Dylan grabbed her wrist, gripping it too tight, and forced it away from him. His cheek burned where she’d slapped him, but he was almost numb to it. “It’s the only thing that matters. Just get rid of it and the problem is gone.”

[molly-cain]

Molly couldn't help the wince that followed, hand already stinging from the slap and now his grip was far too tight. "Let go," she hissed, trying to yank her hand from his grip. "Appointment's already made, but that's not the fucking point!"

[molly-cain]

-- I need to fucking talk to you.

[dylanbuchannan-blog]

"So get rid of it. What’s the issue?"

[molly-cain]

For several long seconds, Molly was silent. She was silently steaming, boiling over, rage unlike anything else she'd ever felt before. Abruptly one hand was rising to slap him as hard as she physically could. How is that the only thing that you took away from all of that?

[molly-cain]

-- I need to fucking talk to you.

[dylanbuchannan-blog]

"Had sex with you? You can say it. It’s not difficult."

[molly-cain]

Don't make it sound so simple! I didn't...I'd never...you...she swallowed hard, shaking her head. You raped me! You raped me, and now I'm pregnant, and everything is ruined because of you! 

[molly-cain]

-- I need to fucking talk to you.

[dylanbuchannan-blog]

"I’m sorry, I just can’t keep up with you. You think I’m disgusting today, but last time I saw you… not so much."

[molly-cain]

You drugged me. they found roofies in my system. You drugged me, and then you...you fucking..she shuddered, unable to voice the word.

[molly-cain]

-- I need to fucking talk to you.

[dylanbuchannan-blog]

"Was there an explosion? Are we the last two people on earth? To what do I owe the honour?"

[molly-cain]

Don't flatter yourself.

You are...you're fucking disgusting.

[molly-cain]