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Later that night, Molly and Det. Brighton were at a motel. They had booked one of the rooms and were inside catching their breaths from what just happened, especially Molly who was completely shaken she had locked herself in the bathroom and was sitting down in the empty bath tub wearing a bath robe. She had showered and had her bruises patched up and her cuts stitched at the hospital and was just sitting there crying like a child.
Molly couldn't believe what just happened. She couldn't believe that she had just faced another chasen; something that she was assured would never happened. Rodrick told her that the only way she was ever going to be free was if she killed the chasen that was after her and that was what she did but it didn't work. The chasen that was after her may have been killed but another one popped up and took up right where the last one left off, why? How?
Rodrick had been free from the chasen that wanted his life for twenty-plus years and there she
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The Disposable Lives of Molly Moon This is my baby
Night fell and in their room Molly and Det. Brighton were sleeping. Like the two nights before, he was peacefully asleep and she was tossing and turning, having another nightmare about the chasen. She was sweating and heavily breathing and out of nowhere she sat up shouting. Det. Brighton popped awake and turned to her. "Babe, what's going on?" he asked as she just sat there and went on shouting with her hands on her belly. "Oh my gosh are you in labour? That's impossible, you can't be in labour," he said moving closer to her. "I'm not, it's just cramps. Ugh!! Really, really bad cramps, oh my gosh," she said squeezing her face. "O.k. um what did the class say to do when you started having cramps um breathe. Long deep breaths in and out," he said and Molly tried it but the pain was overwhelming. "Ugh! It's not working. Ow! Ow!" "Try again baby, long deep breaths in and out, come on breathe with me." She breathed with him for a few breat
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