The Good, The Bad and the Molly - Chapter Fifteen + Epilogue - Sex Stories

The Good, The Bad and the Molly - Chapter Fifteen + Epilogue

“...And you’re sure?” Daisy asked me over the phone.

“100%.” I respond, my voice full of confidence I didn’t know I had. “Anything to update from home?”

“No, everything has been pretty normal. I have barely heard from her.”

“Are you doing alright?” I asked her as a formality.

“I appreciate your concern, but I think you don’t need to worry about me right now,” she answered honestly. “You need to worry about both my sister and yourself.”

“I mean, that’s what I’m doing, yeah?” I asked her with a shrug.

“Yeah.” she answered softly. “For what it’s worth, I think you’re doing the right thing.”

“I sure hope I am.” I replied. “So, I guess I’ll talk to you when I… talk to you next.”

“Yup. Daisy replied. I waited for her to hang up, but she didn’t. Instead, I heard a chuckle from the other end of the line. “You know, I’m not sure if I want to see you again down the road or never again.”

“I guess that won’t be up to us to decide.” I told her.

“Yeah. Fate can be a funny thing. I’m content to let it guide us, just this once.” she said. “Well… goodbye.”

“Goodbye, Daisy.” I told her, and heard her hang up. After the call ended, I went to her contact page and pressed ‘edit.’ I held my finger above the ‘delete contact’ button for a few seconds before thinking better of it and just shutting my phone off.

***

I drummed on my knees in mock excitement, looking Mira straight in the eye. “Yup, everything’s been arranged.” I let her know.

Mira nodded and wrote a few things down. She didn’t say anything for a bit. “I commend you on your initiative.” she told me.

“I hear a ‘but,’ in that sentence.” I told her humorously.

She smiled. “You heard right. I’m just wondering if you’re changing your life too drastically to service one issue. You have a right to your own life. You are your own person.”

“I mean, this is a decision I made myself.” I told her. “Plus, it’s not like I don’t have other things I’m working on in life.”

“Yes, I remember that.” she told me. “Do you want to talk about your situation with your father?”

“I did exactly what I said I wanted to do with him too. Blocked his number. My stuff was all moved out of his place anyway. I don’t know if there’s any way he can force himself into his life, but anywhere I can resist, I will.”

“Well done.” Mira told me, writing some more notes down. “How are you feeling about that?”

“Free. Exhilarated. I should have done it years ago.”

“It also means he won’t be paying for your tuition anymore, correct?” Mira asked me.

“Correct.” I answered, surprisingly full of confidence. “I’d rather have student debt for years than continue to live feeling like I have to appreciate that guy anyway.” I continued. “I’m… you’re right. Setting healthy boundaries is fucking great.”

Mira laughed supportively. “I am glad you’re accepting the practice of realizing and limiting negative influences in your life. Would you say you’re feeling less trapped?”

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