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“Can I have some?” he asked.

I shook my head and said, “No. You’ve already had yours. This is mine.”

“But I want some,” he said.

“No, Joseph.” I shook my head. “I’m starving now, and if you want me to sit in a car until we make it to that eatery you want to go to in Amarillo, then you’re going to have to let me eat.”

Joseph didn’t stop for snacks unless he wanted to, and since he was on a health kick lately, we wouldn’t be able to stop at a gas station and get food. He’d throw a fit if I ate it in his new car, too.

It was easier to just let him have his way.

But I had to eat to do that.

“Just a small bite.” He reached for my fork.

“I said no!” I pulled it away from him.

That’s when he got mad.

Joseph did that a lot.

“You’re such a fuckin’ bitch. It’s just a bite!” he snarled.

“I already gave you a much bigger portion than mine. I want all of my food.” I started to take a bite, which he took offense to.

In a blinding fast movement, he bent down and spit in my food.

I looked at the huge wad of spit—which he fucking knew that I couldn’t stand—and nearly threw up.

I had a thing about spit/phlegm/mouth germs.

I had it since I was young.

Nothing overtly stood out to me as to what had caused me to not like it—even kissing grossed me out—but it was a known issue that he laughed about.

A lot.

But he always used it to his advantage.

Like now.

He spit in it, knowing I wouldn’t want to eat it now.

I stood up stiffly, took my food to the sink, and dumped it down the disposal.

“Fuckin’ bitch, Bindi!” he cried out. “What the fuck was that for?”

“What do you mean, what was that for?” I asked him with narrowed eyes as I turned the disposal on. “You fucking spit in my food. You knew I wouldn’t eat it after that.”

“Yeah,” he told me like I was dumb. “But I expected you to give it to me!”

I shut the water off and turned, crossing my arms over my chest. “Fuck you, Joseph. Fuck you.”

The ride to Colorado was terrible.

By the time we got to the trailhead later that afternoon, I was tired, hungry, and didn’t want to go freakin’ anywhere.

Yet, there I was, ready to hike with his asshole family, despite my mood.

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