“Definitely don’t go home alone, then. Did you call the cops?”
“I tried, but they just brushed me off. Said call if he shows up.”
I shake my head. Then I slap my hands down over my thighs and stand. “Right. Come on. We’re not waiting around for their help, then.”
“What are you going to do?”
I ball my hand into a fist and slap it into my other palm. “I’m going to go sort the fucker out myself. That’s what.”
Molly’s mouth drops open, but she sets aside her tea, and a moment later she stands as well. There’s a sinister smile on her face. “Will he die if you bite him now? Because I have to tell you, that might not be such a bad thing.” Then she frowns. “Wait. Scratch that. No one needs another asshole ex undead and hanging around like a bad smell.”
“Wow. Really?”
She shrugs. “Sorry. I guess maybe you’re not as much of an asshole as I thought.”
I’m still a bit stung about the bad smell thing, but where I once would have taken Molly’s harsh words as her being a bitch, now I can see there might be some truth to her unflattering assessments of me.
I guess I did make a bit of a shitty boyfriend. Well, even if that’s true, I refuse to be an asshole ex much longer.
TWELVE
Adam
I shell out for a rideshare to Molly’s place, which is a few stops away on the subway. She’s skittish, and I can tell she’s tired and just wants to get home.
She’s quiet in the car. For all her talk of offing this dickhead stalker, she’s still badly shaken, and I can’t blame her.
What an absolute piece of filth to think he can treat a woman—any woman—like that. I might not have been a stellar example of how to treat a lady myself, but at least I never forced anyone. Never scared them. Never made them feel like they didn’t have a choice. Every girl I ever fucked wanted to be there.
Maybe she didn’t want to talk to me again the next day when I never messaged her back. Maybe she cursed my name when I never called, but if a girl was in my bed, she got there on purpose.
Molly’s flat building is older than Jen’s. The door from the street sticks a little when she turns the key and tries to push it open. I look up and down the street, but everyone I see looks like they’re going about their own business. No one gives us a second glance.
The lights flicker on the way up the stairs, and Molly’s flat is eerily silent. She hesitates in the doorway nervously. I reach over her and place my hand on the door. “Let me go first.”
She looks up at me with wide eyes. “It should be fine, though, right? The door was locked.”
I shrug. “Better safe than sorry.”
Leaving her in the entryway, I stride through the flat, switching on every light, checking in every closet, but the place is empty as far as I can tell.
A shame. I was spoiling for a fight with this dick.
Just when I’m wondering what our next move is, Molly draws in a sharp breath.
“What is it?”
She holds out her phone. “He just messaged.”
I walk over and look at the screen, and the typed black letters send a shiver down my spine, so I can see why Molly looks like someone just stepped on her grave.
Sebastian: who is the guy? That’s not the same guy from the restaurant
“Did you see him on the street?”
She shakes her head.
“He can’t be here. I checked everywhere.” I even checked the laundry hamper for fuck’s sake. I swipe a hand over my face,thinking. “OK. Here’s what we’re gonna do. You got a hoodie and a hat? Green makeup?”
