Aug 11, 2017
Molly: What about Dad? Emmy: I...it’s hard to explain. Molly: What do you mean he got rough with me?...what do you mean you ‘stepped in’?! Dad died in an accident. Emmy: I... Molly: ...How did my Dad die? Emmy: ... NEXT / PREVIOUS
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Molly: What about Dad? Emmy: I...it’s hard to explain. Molly: What do you mean he got rough with me?...what do you mean you ‘stepped in’?! Dad died in an accident. Emmy: I... Molly: ...How did my Dad die? Emmy: ... NEXT / PREVIOUS
Emmy: Your...your father and I got married when we were very young. Too young, really. He was charming and funny...at first. A few years into our marriage, he started to show a real mean streak.
I’d known he could get a bit hot-headed, but it had always been with the guys...never me. Then, it started to be me. And I stayed. I got pregnant. I had you. He seemed to calm down a bit, with you around...but then, when you were about two, he started to get aggressive with you. I doubt you remember it, but he would yell at you, push you out of the way...then, one day he hit you. Molly: Daddy hit me? Emmy: Yes, Sweetheart. So...I left right then and there, took you to stay at Mary-Ann’s...and then came back to the house by myself. Molly: Why? Emmy: On the day you were born, I promised myself that I would never let anyone hurt you. So...I made good on that promise. Molly: ...Mom? What did you do? Emmy: Your father and I got into an argument. He’d managed to pack away a bottle of whiskey in the time I’d been gone...He took a swing at me...so I...I picked up the closest thing to me...a poker...and hit him. I hit him, Sweetheart. More than once. Molly: You killed him? Emmy: Yes...he’s...he’s buried in the back garden...I couldn’t move him anywhere else. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have lied to you...but I didn’t want you having that burden. Not being so young. I didn’t want you growin’ up knowin’ how much of a monster your father was...and your mother is. NEXT / PREVIOUS
Molly: Why are you always tryin’ to control me? I’m not a kid! I can take care of myself, and I’ve been managin’ just fine so far. Emmy: All I have ever done is look out for you. Tried to do the best for you. Molly: Well, you’ve done a bang-up job, haven’t you? Just let me do this. I’ll be perfectly safe. Just get a grip, okay. It’s not a big deal. Emmy: Now you listen here, young lady, I did not work three jobs so that you could go and get yourself arrested. I have given you food from my plate, and when your Daddy got rough with you I stepped in- Molly: Wait, what? NEXT / PREVIOUS
Molly: Can I help you? Emmy: Are you goin’ somewhere? Molly: Out. NEXT / PREVIOUS
Emmy: (Knocking on the glass) Mary-Ann?! Mary-Ann! Open up! Please! NEXT / PREVIOUS
Emmy: I don’t like the idea of you gettin’ involved in all of this. I understand that you want to help...but this is dangerous... Molly: Please. Have you ever even been to a protest? It’s just standing around...there’s nothin’ dangerous about that. Emmy: You don’t know the people you’re protestin’ against. They...they’re not to be messed with. NEXT / PREVIOUS
Emmy: Listen...Molly, you’re not goin’ to see that boy again, are you? Molly: No, Mom, I’m not.
Emmy: Are you sure about that? Molly: Yes. Emmy: ...they’ve been makin’ arrests at these protests... Molly: What protests? Emmy: Molly. C’mon, I may be your Mom, but that doesn’t make me stupid. I’m just scared for you. NEXT / PREVIOUS
Molly: Why are you here? Emmy: We need to talk. Molly: I have nothing to say to you. Emmy: Please, Molly...let me explain. Molly: Explain how you’ve been lying to me about Dad? Oh sure, go right ahead. NEXT / PREVIOUS