"Catch that-- liar! And awful slum," Molly wheezed, hands at her knees when she bent.
Continuing her stride all the same, where Ollie, Jocelyn, and Daniel had passed by ahead of her.
At the very least they'd all reached a familiar sight.
The Moors house.
"Oh come on," she complained as their perp jumped the fence more easily than one would skirt a puddle.
"Josie block!" Daniel demanded.
Considering his black eye and another bottle thrown for his face it was reasonable that Ollie eventually staggered to a halt.
But it was too late. He'd managed to throw the door open.
Molly reached the meager distance now standing side by side. At the very least able to block the kitchen doorway and the lovely patio space.
Daniel jumping into a full tackle, sending several of his parents' tchotchkes tumbling to the ground. Shattering to minute glass and crystal.
Wilbur Harris continued to squirm, cursing with vitriol that spit at Daniel Moors.
"Yeah, uh huh. I know Will, I know. Just rest it out of your system but for the time being do please put a sock in it," Daniel trailed, tone bitterly unamused and caustic, "in fact, if you would be so kind little brother."
"I gotta get into-- oh umm okay."
Pulling off his shoe to provide one grey, sweaty, ugly sock gag.
And Wilbur fought, to which Molly twitched in defense, eyes scanning the darkened kitchen for available blunt or better yet sharp improvisation weapons.
"Thank you kindly," Daniel chirped kindly, making Ollie just embarrassed enough to turn his face.
Though as usual she didn't miss the smile. Tinged with pain, a bit too wide and wobbling for someone fourteen.
Wilbur's voice turned to muffled pleas.
Daniel had dutifully called up for his Mother and Father.
Both being in a right state to find the mess and moreso, the one running his side sales of homemade whiskey and white, candy looking joints out of their elder son's bedroom.
"I can only hope someone has learned something today," Daniel prodded, pointed and hard gaze. "About time too."
Ollie laughed, "I learned I need to get into shape."
She was pretty out of shape. Exercise, yuck. Ughh, but this chasing the story turned out to involve way too much real chasing. 'Absolutely. Wonder-ful.'