Molly's POV

I didn't come out of my room for the rest of the week. I had just lied there sobbing, ignoring the people on the other side of my door. I hadn't eaten since lunch on the day he had broken up with me, I didn't want to do anything but die. My life was over, he was my life, my 24/7.

It was Sunday afternoon, when I heard someone break down my door. I just laid there not caring. My dad and mom came over to me and wrapped me in a hug.

"We heard what happened" my dad whispered softly and I just broke down again for the millionth time that week.

The memory just flashed through my mind, making me cry harder. I couldn't believe that it hurt this bad. My heart was broken and I couldn't fix it, only Nate could. But he didn't want anything to do with me. He thought I had cheated on him, but only if he knew what really happened I wouldn't be like this right now.

"Sweetie please come down and eat?" my mom asked worried at how skinny I was.

I shook my head .

"Please do it for me" dad asked once again.

I shook my head no, but he didn't listen. Instead he just picked me up under my legs and took me downstairs.

Dad set me in a chair and I was surrounded by my family, all looking at me worried. I looked down at the plate in front of me, not moving. I was numb right now, all felt was the pain in my heart, It wouldn't go away. I just sat there while they ate, pushing my food around on my plate. I went back up to my room when dinner was over and crawled back into bed and fell asleep.

He broke my heart. In fact it is still broken and I feel like it will always be. The next day my mom forced me to go back to school. When I got there, not one of my friends, Shane, Jason, lily, or Emily would talk to me. They looked at me with disgust and walked away. I went to lunch, and saw that she had taken my place. I saw Nate lean over and kiss her, I felt like I was being stabbed in the heart.

What had she told them? Why wasn't anyone talking to me? I was just so lost and confused. I stood staring at my table filled with my friends for a minute. I saw all of them look up at me with angry expressions. Lilly, my best friend since the age of three, looked like she was battling with her mind to come talk to me at least when Shane said something, and she looked down.

I sighed disappointed, and walked away wanting to be alone. I passed through the empty corridors and some filled with students chatting and laughing with friends, and headed towards the back filled where there was a little garden that I discovered no one ever went too. It was a place that was isolated where I could be alone.

I sat down on a bench and starting to think about what Rachel could have said to make my friends turn their backs on me. I felt someone sit down next to me and looked over.

"What are you doing here?" I asked.

"I came to see how you were doing? I haven't seen or talked to you all week?" she said with genuine concern in her voice.

"Why are you talking to me though? Don't you hate me like the others do?" I was starting to tear up again.

"Of course not" she said, I could tell she was telling the truth.

"I am so confused Katie, what happened? I was gone for a week and I come back and all my best friends hate me?" this is when I started to feel the tears slip down my face.

"Well first of all we all know what happened with Nate. Rachel pretty much told the whole school that you cheated on him. That got Shane, Jason, Lilly, and Emily mad. But I don't think that caused them to hate you. It was when Rachel told them that you had said she was a fat cheerleading whore, who was a mean self centered bitch, and that you threatened to hurt her if she told anyone that you were cheating on Nate." She said looking down

I was sobbing half way through her speech. I would never say something like that to someone's face about them, I might think that she was a bitch, but I would never say she was a fat cheerleading whore, or threaten to hurt her. I wasn't like that at all, and it killed me to know that my best friends believed that about me.

"I never said those things about her, I promise." I said looking at her, pleading and hoping that she would believe me.

"Of course you wouldn't, you would never say those things about her or threaten her. You might say she is a bitch, but that is just the truth. That just isn't you, you are the sweetest, kindest, most caring person in this whole world."

I broke down for the millionth time that week and she pulled me into a hug just letting me cry. This was why she was my best friend since we were babies she would always be there for me, no matter what. Nothing could tear us apart, she knew everything about me and who I was. It made me happy to know that I would always have her, by my side.