Page 66 of Sugar Coated Secrets

“You’re disgusting,” Katie says behind me.

Old man Moody leans his shoulder against the door. “I love a little girl-on-girl action. I kind of preferred it in my day. It’s a shame he got you before I could.”

What do you mean?” I ask, stepping back.

He chuckles. Darkness grows in his eyes like he knows more than he is letting on.

“What you said,” I say, trying to keep my voice from shaking.

“What did I say?” he says with a malicious smile, showing me his rotted gums.

I swallow the ball in my throat. “You said he got to me first.”

He chuckles and removes his suspenders.

“Dulce?” Katie calls in an uneasy tone, stepping back. “Let’s get out of here.”

“Who?” I press. “Who got to me first, Mr. Moody?”

His smile grows wider, like Art the Clown before a kill. The last suspender slides off a bony shoulder. “It couldn’t have been me. He unbuttons his trousers, and they slide down his sickly skinny thighs. My stomach clenches.

“I think I’m going to throw up,” Katie says through a cough.

He digs his hand inside his piss-stained underwear and pulls out his flaccid cock, surrounded by gray pubic hair, causing a ball of bile to burn the back of my throat.

I’m stunned.

Frozen.

"You see," he said, jiggling his small penis in his palm. “It’s dead, Dulce.”

“You’re sick,” I hiss.

He laughs.

Tears fill my eyes. He’s disgusting. “I hope you rot out here.”

He laughs louder.

I step back, pulling Katie with me. “I hope you rot in hell,” I scream in frustration.

We run back to the car, and Katie fires it up, peeling out on the road toward Trent’s garage. I wipe the tears of frustration from my face, trying to eradicate what I saw from my memory. The way he laughed. It’s like he knew. But it wasn’t him.

“I’m sorry,” I finally say. I look down at my hands, which won’t stop shaking. “It was stupid to go there. To involve you. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t…”

“If you want to quit the bakery, I understand.”

I don’t want her to quit, but who in their right mind would want to work for an unstable boss? I’m fucked up, and maybe I always will be fucked up. It was stupid of me to drag her into this. I know that, but I had to know.

“It wasn’t him. It couldn’t have been. Right?”

“Dulce?”

“Yeah,” I reply, weakly looking at the clouds in the sky.

“I’m sorry.”

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