Chapter 79: Best Unspoken

-Molly's POV-

Immature?! SCOTT thought I was being immature?! I curled my hands into tightly balled fists, imagining them going into his handsome all-too-perfect nose. But I maintained… who was being immature now? I scoffed.
Gritting my teeth so hard I swore I heard them crack, I forced a broad, twisted smile on my lips.
“Soo… you think I’m being immature?” I asked in a surprisingly calm voice. “Very well… I guess, I’ll take my overly dramatic teenage self and leave you alone. Good night, Scott.”
A hand reached out and grabbed my arm, pulling me to a stop before I could take more than a few steps.
“Damn it, Molly! Knock this stupid crap off!” Scott snapped.
Molly pulled back. “Ohhh… so I’m being STUPID now!”
“That’s not what I said! Stop twisting my words! You are being chil—” Scott cut his words off as if he knew what would happen if he finished it.
I wasn’t about to let him get away with censoring his true view of me. “Go ahead, Scott. Say it! Say I’m being a child because I refuse to continue this argument or capitulate to your way of thinking. Well, don’t worry! You can get your slutty little assistant and take her to your room. Maybe SHE won’t act like such a little child for you!”
I jerked my hand out from his grasp and stormed into the house, hoping he froze to death outside. I stormed into the drawing room and pulled up short when I saw Becca standing there looking like she was on the verge of tears.
Her eyes were on the floor, and she clearly wanted to be anywhere but there. It didn’t take a detective to recognize the hurt on her face and learn who caused it. Noah looked as if he had been kicked in the teeth, and every time he looked at Becca, his brows would furrow, and he would look either anxious or upset.
I felt Scott come up behind me, and while I would have given anything not to have to talk to him, I leaned back to get his attention.
“Something is wrong. See if you can get Noah alone and find out what happened,” I whispered to Scott.
To Scott’s credit, he didn’t ask what I meant as he nodded. I hurried to Becca's side and laid a hand on her arm to get her attention.
"Are you okay?" I asked quietly.
Becca gave Noah a side eye, and I saw something in her eyes that I had never seen before, and seeing it now pissed me off to no end.
"It's getting late. Would you mind giving me a ride home?" Becca asked.
Her voice was so dead that it sounded like it had come from someone else.
I raised my hand to Scott, telling him without words that I would be taking the car. Wrapping my arm around Becca, I glared at Noah over my shoulder, silently promising retribution. To my shock, he seemed to acknowledge my silent threat as I walked Becca out the door.
The icy roads made the drive to Becca's house longer than normal. However, no matter how often I asked, Molly refused to tell me what had happened. My own sour mood made it even harder for me to try to pull it out of her. I was furious with Scott and at Noah, and with Becca closing down on me, I was growing a little irritated with her as well.
By the time I dropped her off at home, I was glad to be alone. I took the long way home, hoping that by the time I got back that the party would be done. That way, I could yell at Noah and then head to bed.
When I pulled into the driveway, I noticed Scott's house was still dark, and I let out a frustrated groan. If Scott wasn't home, then there was a good chance that he was still up at the Christmas party. I wracked my brain hard, trying to figure out what else I could do instead of going into that house.
I rubbed my temple for a moment and sighed heavily. "At least I won't have to lie about getting a headache."
Walking in the front door, I was immediately hit by the smell of the Christmas feast the kitchen staff had prepared. Every other year that delicious scent had always made my mouth water. But there was something in the food this year that made my stomach churn so hard that I had to stop and breathe before I could continue forward.
But the closer I got, the more my stomach churned like someone was wringing it out. Rubbing my sour belly, I forced myself forward, only breathing through my mouth. However, opening the door to the dining room was my undoing.
The aroma of cooked ham, bacon, and other similar meat overtook me, and I could no longer hold back my turbulent stomach. I slapped a hand over my mouth and raced out of the room, the ringing in my ears quickly drowning out the sound of several people shouting my name.
I barely got to the nearest bathroom before everything was ejected from my stomach. I honestly thought I would be there forever. Every time I tried to take a breath to calm down, the scent of the ham would hit me again, and my head would be in the toilet again.
Only when I was certain I wasn't going to die and had nothing left to give the porcelain gods did I finally manage to catch my breath. I laid my head on the cool toilet seat, too weak to move. I couldn't even jump when I felt a cold washcloth press against my head. I groaned as my stomach lurched slightly, and I silently pleaded with my stomach to stop whatever was making it so upset.
"Shhh," a voice whispered soothingly.
Slowly, I turned My head to look up, not at all shocked at the sight of Scott's worried gaze staring down at me.
"Ughh," I groaned weakly, waving him away. "Nooo. Go away."
"Hush, little one. Just let me care for you," he replied softly.
I was too weak to argue with him as he continued to help clean me up. He helped me up off the floor and closed the toilet lid to give me a spot to sit down.
Handing me a cool glass of water, Scott watched in thoughtful silence as I slowly sipped it. Once it was gone, I handed the cup back to him and gave him a tiny smile.
"Thank you, Scott. I feel much better now."
Forcing myself up, I held onto the counter until my knees would hold me up again. Scott's moved closer, his hands held out to catch me in case my legs gave out.
"Whoa, little one," he said softly. "Not so fast. There's no rush here."
"I gotta get back," I protested weakly. "Mom will never forgive me for missing Christmas dinner."
"Baby girl, she'll get over it. You need to go to bed and rest.'' he reached over and laid a gentle hand on my forehead for a moment. "You aren't running a fever, but I still think it's best if you rest."
"Not until I yell at Noah," I protested, though it still sounded weak.
"You are in no shape to yell at anyone. Now brush your teeth and get your sexy, little ass up to bed," Scott demanded.
I groaned but didn't argue. Scott was right, I was exhausted, and as long as the smell of meat was still in the air, my stomach would never settle down.
"Fine," I relented. "But let Noah know he has a hell of a shouting coming at him."
If I hadn't been so busy brushing my teeth, I would have seen the amused grin on his face that was all too obvious in his voice.
"I'll let him know," he promised.