Molly - @Serial

Molly...thirty one

Molly...thirty one

by sloanranger

So it's been a week now since we broke up.

Well... since Freddy broke up with me. I'm sitting on the couch and still feel miserable.

At first, every time I took a bath I kept thinking he might call and I was afraid if he did, I wouldn't be able get to the phone in time.

I haven't felt much like eating so I haven't cooked. And since I didn't cook there was no reason to go shopping. So I haven't gone out anywhere, either.

I keep thinking maybe it was me, something I did. Maybe that whole union thing or he thought there was something going on with Tommy and me when the cabbies got into it.

Oh, Freddy! And I throw myself down on the cushions and start to sob. But my throat hurts too bad from crying all week and I pull myself up with a sniffle and tell myself:

Darn you, Freddy! And blow my nose.

I get up and go get my make-up... all of it.

(To be continued).