Molly - @Serial

Molly... thirty

Molly... thirty

by sloanranger

For a minute after the door closes, I'm numb. I can't even breathe.

Then the wrenching in my heart starts and the pain in my head. My throat is all dry and constricted and I think it hurts worse than my heart. My eyes hurt too and they squinch up and the tears begin. But I manage to whimper:

"Oh, Freddy, why did you do that - we could've fixed it."

I can't swallow and I get up and go to the kitchen for some water but leaning over the sink I crumple, sobbing.

This goes on for five or six minutes and I can feel myself getting sick so I wash my face and try to pull myself together.

This has only happened once before. In high school... my sweetheart Jimmy and I had loved each other since seventh grade. When Jimmy's Pa finally found work in California and he had to go and help his family, I thought I would die. 

But I didn't.

I told myself I wouldn't ever let anybody make me feel that way again.

And nobody had... till Freddy.

(To be continued).