The whole night was spent crying. In my room, crying. I was heartbroken that he would actually do that.

I ended up punching Brad, and kicked him in the balls. Sure enough, my dad kicked him out. Sirius left with him, and so did Marlene and the baby.

I was a mess. It seemed that my world was ending.

The next morning, two of my best friends came into my room.

Fred and George Weasley pulled me out of bed.

"Why are you crying?"

"Brad was cheating on me," I told Fred.

George plopped down next to me; Fred leaned on the light green wall.

"Isn't he the one who would be really mean to you and put you down? The one who would freaking slap you sometimes?" George stated, hugging me.

I nodded.

I guess I realized then that I really didn't like Brad. I only went on one date with him before he stagger threatening me. I wanted to leave him but I was scared to.

At that moment I realized that George had also been there for me. I realized that I would blush around him constantly.

I mean, I did like George while I dated Brad, and I think that Brad knew that too.

I'm just not ready yet. I just got out of an abusive relationship.

You have to get your heart broken before you fall in love.

One thing pounded on the inside of my mind.

What if I was in love with George?