Page 18 of Molly: Part One
“Love you too, bye.”
I put the phone down and lie back down on the bed. “Wow,” I breathe, what a start to the day. That’s when the tears start.
Ryan
I sit up in bed realising I can hear Molly talking. I walk over to the door to make sure she’s okay. Today is going to be tough for both of us; I want to make sure we get through it together. I put my ear to the door and can hear her consoling someone, that someone I presume is Emma.
Surprisingly I can hear the usually quiet as a mouse Emma shouting down the phone, I can’t make out what she’s saying but it sounds quite vicious. Molly continues to sooth her, telling her it’s okay. She then starts to explain about her living with me, that shocks me for a minute because it leads me to believe that Emma was shouting at Molly because of it. Why would she be angry with that?
“Ryan and I are just friends. He’s like my brother, just like he is to you,” I hear Molly say and for some reason those words are like a slap to the face. I know I shouldn’t have been feeling the way I have about her the past few days but to hear her say that hurts a bit. She obviously hasn’t had similar feelings even if some of her actions made me think she did.
I walk away from the door as they continue talking, I put the blinds up and look out over the bay trying to gather my thoughts. I lost my girlfriend six months ago today, the woman I loved more than anything and who was going to one day be my wife and mother to my babies. And here I am upset because her best friend, now my best friend, has just admitted to Emma that I am like a brother to her. My feelings about Molly have been making me feel really guilty but I felt better about it thinking the feeing was mutual, but now knowing it’s not, makes me feel even worse.
I pull myself together and walk back over to the bedroom door to hear Molly saying goodbye, I stand a listen a little longer to make sure she is okay, it’s not long before I hear her start crying. Putting all my feelings aside I knock on the door, no matter how I feel she is my best friend and I need to be here for her like she has been for me.
“Yeah,” she replies quietly, so I go in and see her laid on the bed sobbing into her pillow.
I lay down in front of her and pull her into my arms so she is laid on my chest. She throws her right arm and leg over my body and clings on while she cries. I try to comfort her by rubbing my arm up and down her back slowly. Eventually I hear her breathing even out and I know she has cried herself to sleep in my arms.
