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Salt, Cinnamon, and Sugar: Chapter 1

“...And the decision to separate was mutual?”

 Shit. I only caught that last bit.

“Well we still live together, but I’m-” Alan cuts me off.

“He means to divorce. Obviously it doesn’t matter where you’re staying.” He says blankly.

Ugh, I fucking know that. I’m just… losing my mind over this. This shit is fucking hard and the only person I can go through it with is constantly antagonizing and belittling me for not being everything he needed! And of course I didn’t say any of that out loud. What good is it to even voice it?

Our lawyer splits the tension, “No-Fault then?” Sure, no one is at fault. It’s just not working. It’s… not working. “Alright, division of assets should be straight forward enough with the arrangement we’ve discussed prior. I’ll give you a call if anything comes up.”

Before I know it, I’m crunched back into the bucket seat of his hatchback. I hate this feeling. Stuck in these spots that hold so many memories. I remember my legs splayed open; one foot pressed against the windshield pillar and the other out the passenger door getting soaked. I can still feel him kneeling in the rain just to make me feel good. Holding my leg up and against the door frame wanting nothing more than to make me cum.

The way he smiled up at me… like he had just fallen into a lake for me. I miss that. Not the sex, I mean, I miss that too, but the passion. Why did that burn away for him? He stole my leather anklet that night for God’s sake! I loved seeing him wear it; it was just something that connected us together and to that night. 

And I remember sitting right here when he tore it off in a fit of rage and threw it in my face. It happened so fast like nothing, but a pain started welling up over my body like I had been lashed across my face. I can’t let that feeling go.

And all he could say, “Fucking Stop. I know that didn’t hurt.” That’s all he could think about. Himself. Whether or not he “hurt” me. I need to move from this spot, “Let me out.” 

“What?”

“Alan, pull over and let me get out.”

“You can’t be serious.”

“Alan, just listen to me.”

He pulls into the mall parking lot, visibly irritated, “What are you gonna do?”

“I’ll have Dani pick me up.”

“Who?” His possessiveness serrated into his tone. Get me out of this iron maiden.

“Danica? You know my friend?”

I can see the tension leave his face, “Oh, are you sure she’s around?”

“She knows when I need her,” I told him, closing the door.

There’s that same annoyed look that’s always stuck on his face around me. He starts pulling away, I gesture at him and he rolls down the window.

“I think I’m gonna stay with her for a few days.”

He practically floors it away from me. I can hear him thinking how I’m being overly dramatic and just doing it for attention and…. I just can’t be bothered to think about his thoughts any longer. I just need Dani to get me out of here and we… I don’t have my phone. It’s in the cup holder and he knows it. For fuck’s sake, I… Whatever. I’ll just ask someone for their phone for a second.

Of course, I’m as far back as this parking lot goes and it couldn’t be any hotter. I’ll just find some lady or maybe an older couple, this isn’t a huge deal. God I am so glad I wore my chucks. It was mostly a fuck-you to Alan, but walking out here in anything else would have been hell; well it’s already hell so… hell in heels. Okay, here; an older couple. They look like they did some serious shopping. A man his age still buying his lady lingerie? Give me whatever they’re hooked on. Okay, okay focus.

“Hi… I’m a bit stranded out here. Can I borrow a phone really quickly? I’ll only be a minute!”

The woman responds, “Oh, of course! Let me get mine.” As she starts to rummage. In a blink her husband, I presume, is holding out his phone, ready to dial.

“You can use mine, sweetheart.” He offers with a smile, but not like a warm, wholesome, old-man would smile… and he’s a bit young to be innocently calling people “sweetheart”!

“Oh, thank you.”

I slide it from his hand and start to dial Dani’s number. I don’t wanna bother these people any longer than I need to. But as soon as I hit Call, it says I’m dialing “Rice Garden”. Shit, I must have done something wrong; why do men always use Android? You’re old! Use an iPhone like everyone else.

“Everything good?” The wife asks.

“Ah, yes. I just dialed her number wrong!”

Okay, dial, double-check. Dialed, and double-checked. That’s Dani’s number. What the fuck is it saying Rice Garden for?! It’s just a glitch; I can see I dialed the number right! I’ll just let it ring. God Dani, pick up the phone. I was already worried about this, no one answers calls anymore, especially from-

“Hi Daddy!”

What?! What did she just say?!

“Dani?”

“Robbie?! Is that you?”

“Yes, I’m at Arrowhead. Can you come pick me up?”

“Whose phone are you using? I mean like where’s yours?”

“I borrowed one from this couple. Alan drove off with mine.”

“Oh, okay Bee, I’m coming. Go wait inside, I’ll grab ya.”

She hangs up before I can even really process anything.

“Did you get a hold of your friend?” He asks. Both of them are staring at me.

“Y-yeah… she’s on her way. Thank you so much.”

“Let’s get goin’ Kev. Let the girl get inside before it gets any hotter.” as she nudges at Kev.

“Not a problem, good luck out there!” He waves with that same toothy smile.

What the fuck did I just walk into? Dani… Kev… Daddy?! He’s like fifty!