-Scott's POV-
I stared at Molly's disappearing back, wondering if that sight would ever stop hurting... or pissing me off. I spun around and stormed into the house. I was amazed that I made it all the way inside before putting my fist into the door frame.
The imprint of my fist on the frame and the sharp pain in my knuckles were nowhere near enough to ease the agony in my chest.
I could not lose Molly.
She was quickly becoming the air I breathed. My desire to have her near was more than just my need to make her mine. Molly was amazing through and through. Even her ability to piss me off so irrevocably and still make me want to pull her into my arms was amazing. No matter how much pain and anger Molly caused
I still needed her in my life.
One way or another.
