Molly: Hey Shane.

Shane’s speech was already slurring. It was probably her 7^th shot of the night.

Shane: Moolly?

Molly: Yeah, it’s Molly.

Shane: Heya! Here to drink with me?

Molly couldn’t stand to watch Shane drunk and high every day. Shane was getting up to get another drink, but Molly took her hand and led her out the door.

Shane: Hey hey! Where da we goin’?

Molly: Home.

Shane wasn’t used to someone forcing her to do something she didn’t want to. Molly took her back to her apartment. She put Shane to bed and sat there watching Shane sleep with the cold compress on her head. Her thumb stoked Shane’s soft cheek. She didn’t know all the details to whatever happened between Shane and Carmen, but Shane attracted Molly to her. She read all the articles about Shane being lost and all alone. She would be there for her. Shane woke up the next day with a big hangover and Molly’s head next to her arm. How many days has it been without Carmen? 27? 28? She didn’t know anymore. She just wanted to drink away the pain of losing her. She tried to find her for the first week with no avail. Cezar and Jenny both didn’t know where she was. She vanished from Earth, but no from Shane’s heart or mind. Shane would run into girls who look like her and probably end up bringing them home. She got into countless fights with bouncers and street thugs. Her life was out of order.

Molly: You’re awake.

Even though it was a whisper, to Shane it was a scream.

Shane: Yeah, I’m awake. Can you stop yelling.

Molly lowered her voice even more.

Molly: I’m not yelling, you’re just sensitive.

Shane looked around the room. It was all unfamiliar to her.

Shane: Where am I? How long has it been?

Molly: You’re at my house. You’ve been asleep all day.

Shane: What do you want from me?

Molly had a hurt expression on her face when Shane said that.

Molly: I don’t want anything from you. I just want you to get better.