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Molly composed herself and walked into the dance area. She had a fight going on inside of her. She wanted to curl up and cry and run back there to kill Tom at the same time. She had trusted him and just like that he had betrayed her. She just wanted to leave, but she had to say goodbye to Mary and John. They were still her friends and none of this was their fault. Also they had only ever been supportive of her.
As Molly saw Mary and John she faked a cheery smile. And managed to get through the crowd. "I'm sorry to leave, but I have an early shift tomorrow and remind Tom he's taking a cab. He's a little drunk." Molly said and hugged John. "I hope you two have a long and happy life together. You deserve it."
"Thank you Molly." John replied smiling. "Don't let Sherlock put you down. You're a great girl." He finished noticing a hurt look about her.
"I'm fine just a bit tired. Sherlock did nothing wrong this time." Molly half lied and hugged Mary.
"I'll text you when we get back from our honeymoon. We have to get together more often." Mary responded with a smile and small crinkle of her nose.
"I'll be looking forward to it." Molly chimed and then left. She suddenly felt drained as everything that had happened hit her and she knew she had to get away from the crowded room. She needed to get away. She felt a sudden moment of panic then a gentle calming hand on her arm that helped her get outside. After she got free she took a few calming breathes, then looked over to see who the gentle guiding hand had been, and saw a worried looking Greg by her side.
"Thanks." She murmured gratefully.
"Don't mention it." He responded and let go of her arm. "You okay? Did Sherlock say something." He asked like a concerned parent.
"No. Not Sherlock. Not this time. I'm just tired and a little overwhelmed" she admitted the half truth softly.
"Alright Molly. Remember I'm here for you if you need me." Greg stated before squeezing her arm and getting the message to leave her alone.
The air was crisp and it would have been a lovely night without all the emotional turmoil. Molly started to walk to the car, but didn't have the energy to drive it. On a split second decision, after remembering the car was Tom's and not hers, she walked over to a grounds keeper. "Today's your lucky day." She smirked and tossed him the car key to him. Molly then walked to catch a cab feeling slightly better already. It wasn't that she was a vindictive person it just felt good for her to not be helpless, gullible, weak Molly even if it was only for a few seconds. Molly knew it would soon hit her again, but she wanted to get home first where she could grab her chocolate stash, curl up on the couch with Toby, and maybe take a shower. She was glad she had only half moved into Tom's and still had her flat.
Molly hailed a cab and smiled politely as she got in. "45 Briar Hill Road please." Molly stated clearly.
The drive wasn't that long and was spent with Molly watching London go by refusing to think about Tom, or Sherlock, or her pain. Lost in the lights, sounds, and general life of the city she heard the cabbie clear his throat. "Miss we're here." He said and took the money Molly handed him.
Arriving at her flat was a relief for Molly. She needed a good cry and some chocolate to fight the dementors that were the men, no boys, in her life.
Molly managed to stay surprisingly calm as she entered her flat, grabbed the chocolate, rounded up Toby, and set up Glee. Then she lost it. Angry hurt tears welled up in her eyes and she pulled Toby in close to her. After a little over ten minutes she talked to the cat. "You won't hurt me will you love?" She murmured through her sobs. "You love me. I take care of you and you love me." Molly whispered softly. "I love you Toby." She murmured and put him down. She stopped Glee and shut off the telly.
"I'm going to take a shower." Molly reported to Toby.
"Meow." He responded softly and rubbed against her ankles.
"Maybe turning out to be a crazy cat lady won't be so bad." She then started walking to the bathroom.
The shower was turned on to hot because Molly needed to calm herself. She got out of her yellow dress and let her long hair down all the way tickling her back. Molly was still crying, but her tears were silent now and she hardly noticed them. She stepped into the hot stream of water, focusing on the physical pain rather than the mental. Molly let the hot water cleanse herself of the emotions. She turned away from the water to get her hair thoroughly wet and lathered her shampoo in taking her time and massaging her scalp. Molly let her hair rinse out and then grabbed her conditioner. She ran her finger tips through her hair and then rinsed the excess conditioner off her hands then grabbed the bar of soap. Molly ran it under the water for a few seconds before lathering her hands and cleaning her body. Once she had rinsed out the conditioner she shut off the water and toweled dry. Molly put on her pajamas and got into bed letting her exhausted mind drift to sleep almost immediately. With the added comfort of Toby purring and curled up next to her.
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