Molly...fifteen

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Molly...fifteen            

by sloanranger


The cab turns onto MacAdams Street and screeches into the loading dock lot at the rear of the building.

I see two other cabs already there. They're blocking the view of the entrance; I can make out a group of men but I can't see Freddy yet.

Tommy gets something from under his seat and turns around. "Do me a favor Molly, wait in the cab, okay?"

"Not a chance," I say. But then I see the top of the baseball bat he's holding.

Reconsidering, I say: "Okay, maybe for a little while." Tommy gets out and joins the group at the loading dock.

Next thing I know five more cabs pull up in the lot and every one of the drivers gets out holding a bat or some other kind of a large stick.

All I can think of is maybe Freddy might get hurt. I change my mind about staying in the cab.

(To be continued).


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