Frozen(8)

By: L.A. Casey



I lowered my head and briskly walked over to the only open checkout till. The young girl at the till was wary of me as she took the doll box from me and scanned it through.

"That'll be forty-five Euros and ninety-nine cents when you're ready, please."

For a doll?

"Bloody expensive," I muttered as I pulled my debit card from my pocket.

I placed my debit card in the girl's hand at the same time someone else did the same thing. I froze when I slowly glanced to my left then looked up.

Darcy's furious face was glaring down at me, and I couldn't help but smile and say, "Too late, Darcy, I'm buying it."

I looked to the girl and took out a Visa card from her hand and handed it to a glaring Darcy. I turned my head and nodded to the girl. She scanned my card, printed out a receipt, bagged the doll and handed everything back to me.

"Thanks." I smiled to her and began walking towards the exit.

I could feel him walking behind me, so I picked up my pace.

"Leave me alone, Darcy!" I hissed when I made it out to the car park.

"Not a chance, Satan," he snarled, stilling rubbing his recently abused nipples. "Give me the damn doll."

Oh, that was rich, this eejit was calling me the Devil.

Great!

"This doll is my property. I paid for it so feck off."

Darcy hissed. "If you think I'm letting you leave here-"

"Oi, you two."

Darcy and I halted our movements and turned our heads to the right. I was momentarily confused when I spotted two male Garda walking towards us, and neither of them looked happy.

"Are you talking to us?" Darcy asked the officers.

"Do you see anyone else out here?" one of the men snarkily replied.

I glanced around the empty frost covered car park and shivered.

We apparently were the only eejits stupid enough to come outside when it was below zero.

"No," Darcy replied and hung his head.

"We got a call that a female and male fitting your descriptions were causing trouble inside the toy shop."

I widened my eyes and glanced back to the shop.

They called the guards on us?

I looked back to the guards and swallowed. "We had a disagreement, but I don't think we did anything wrong... not really."

Darcy scratched his neck and remained quiet.

Smart lad.

"Look, it's coming up to Christmas, and I don't want to arrest a couple for mildly arguing in a shop so in the future keep it private. Got it?"

I knew we were being let off the hook for our behaviour in the shop, but all I could focus on was that this man thought Darcy and I were a couple. I felt both delighted and disgusted with his observation, and then I felt even more disgusted with my initial happy reaction to his observation. I should only feel disgust when it came to Darcy - I didn't have room for anything else when it came to him.

"Yes, sir," I replied in unison with Darcy.

The guards nodded their heads to us then went on their way back to their car. I didn't move a muscle, and neither did Darcy, until they drove out of the car park and out of sight. As soon as they were gone I took off running toward the bus stop.

"Neala! Damn it, woman!"

I didn't stop or look over my shoulder. I unleashed my inner lioness and ran. I kept my eyes on the ground so I could watch out for any black ice that would mess me up if I slipped. I heard Darcy let out a loud yelp then a grunt of pain follow by a spew of foul curse words and I smiled. He fell over.

I was breathless when I reached the roadside a few moments later. I was searching for a bus, but a blue taxi caught my eye instead. I instantly lifted my arm in the air and waved it down. I prayed the driver saw me, and when I spotted his indicator flashing, I squealed with delight. The driver was pulling over for me.

I ran up to the taxi and jumped into the back and slammed the door shut. I rattled off my address and asked him to pull off right away. The man did as asked and I relaxed back into my seat before I turned my head and looked out the window. I swallowed when I spotted Darcy.

He was stood in the car park still with his hands balled into fists by his sides. He was glaring at me with his jaw set. He was already pissed off, and since I had to have the last word and wanted to anger him further, I stuck my middle finger up at him as the taxi pulled away. I turned my head forward when I lost sight of him, and I giggled to myself.

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