Molly lay that night in bed. Richard was out with his friends and the house was empty and quiet.
The phone sat silent on her bedside table and Molly stared at it with mixed emotions.
She had done it. She had done what she had promised her mother, not to mention Alice not to do.
She'd called Shane.
It didn't matter really. She wasn't there and even if she was she was probably with some random chick. It was what she did when she wanted to forget about things that were going on in her life.
And Molly was getting married. That would be something she'd want to forget wouldn't it?
Molly knew Shane knew. She'd overheard Alice telling her mother how she'd let it slip. When they saw her standing there, they made her promise, they made her swear not to call Shane.
Alice had told her not to bother, her mother assured her that Shane wouldn't care before giving her a rampant speech about how Shane was just a sex crazed bitch who had no appreciation for Molly, how Richard did and how happy they were going to be together.
Alice of course agreed with it all, adding comments in at the rare intervals but Molly saw something different in her eyes.
Molly wanted to know for herself. So she called.
She wasn't there. Everything that her mother had said was going round in her head. Everything Alice had said was going round in her head.
She wanted to believe them. She wanted to hate Shane with all her heart. She wanted to believe that Shane didn't care less, that Shane was just a 1 ride. Cheap and no good at all. But she couldn't.
She loved Shane and now she paid the price.