They had only been driving for around 30 minutes when he finally pulled in at a rest stop to buy the promised coffee. While he was in there getting it, she went to the bathroom and quickly changed into a pair of animal printed leggings and a black tunika that covered her ass. He stood leaned up against his car when she came back out and whistled at the sight of her.

"So this is how you dress on your days off," he smirked. "Cute."
"Oh, stop it," she laughed. "This is actually my sadness clothes."

He handed her one of the cups of coffee before they both got back into the car.

"Sadness clothes? You gotta explain that," he said as he started the car.
"The tunika is big and can hide anything and the leggings has an elastic waistband. I can stuff myself with tons of unhealthy food and my stomach can grow without anyone noticing it," she said.
"Ah, break up clothes," he chuckled.
"If you can call it a break up. It's not like we were really together," she said.
"No, he used you," he said.

She sighed loudly and he looked over at her quickly before turning his focus back on the road. She was hurting for sure.

"You know he used you, right?" He asked.
"I know," she sighed again. "I just kept hoping he would come around. He said that one day when enough time had passed since his divorce..."
"He lied," he cut her off.
"I know that, Seth," she said annoyed.
"What was it then? Why did you stay around if you knew?" He asked.
"I kept hoping for it, alright? I stopped believing his words a long time ago but I kept hoping for them to be true," she answered.

She let out a sound of displeasure and banged her fist into the door next to her. He looked over at her and was actually impressed that she had some sort of anger inside her. He had seen it the night before when she pushed him and he was seeing it again right now.

"I'm fucking pathetic," she said.
"No, you're not. You've been used and lied to and treated like a doormat by a man who doesn't give two fucks about you. That doesn't make you pathetic. That makes him pathetic," he said.
"And what does it make me then?" She asked.
"Hapless?" He shrugged. "Human? Someone who got played the worst way?"
"In other words, pathetic," she said.

He turned the car into the emergency stopping lane and looked at her.

"Seth, you can't stop here," she said.
"Look at me!" He demanded.
"Please, we're in the middle of the freeway. It's illegal to stop here," she said.
"Look at me!" He raised his voice.

She finally looked at him and he leaned towards her. She leaned backwards until she was up against the door in an unpleasant position.

"I don't get mad often but right now you're making me mad. I don't wanna hear you talk down about yourself like that for the next two weeks," he said.
"You shouldn't have forced me to come with you then," she said.
"Stop it!" He yelled. "AJ's a fucking asshole and when you're talking like that, you're agreeing with him! You're saying that what he did was right and that you deserved it somehow! You didn't! You fucking didn't!"

She tried pressing herself further against the door but it didn't move one bit. He was close to her face and there was no escape.

"What?" He yelled.
"You're scaring me," she admitted.
"Good! Be scared and be angry but don't fucking go down to that level again!" He moved back to sit up straight. "And I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you."

He started driving again and she slowly moved back to sit up straight too. She stayed silent for about 10 seconds until he turned his head and looked at her again.

"Is it gonna be like this everyday?" She asked.
"Like what?" He asked.
"You blowing up in my face like that," she answered.
"Only if you call yourself pathetic," he smiled. "I'm sorry. I would never lay a finger on you and deep inside you know that. You know me. But I can't stand seeing you pulling yourself down like that. You're a strong and beautiful woman, or at least you used to be before he got his hooks in you."

She reached a hand over to give his hand on the steering wheel a little squeeze.

"Thank you," she said.
"Just putting the truth out there," he said.

She let go of his hand again and he couldn't help but follow her hand move back to her lap with his eyes. He had never thought about it before but she had the perfect fingers to look at. No crazy manicure with weird colours to hide her natural nails. Her fingers were long and thin, like piano fingers. He'd love to lace his own fingers in between them.

"So how did it all start? How did he get his hooks in you?" He asked.
"The typical way," she shrugged. "I was drunk and horny."
"So he took advantage of you?" He asked.
"No, he was drunk and horny too. Or so I think. He was horny for sure," she answered.
"God damn it!" He muttered.
"Don't put it on him. Even without alcohol I was a horny bastard that day too. I hadn't had sex for way too long and I was in desperate need of a good release," she said.
"So was it good?" He smirked.
"It was alright," she smirked back.
"Just alright?" He started grinning. "Sunshine, I would never settle with alright. I would make you see stars."
"Are you trying to take advantage of me and my broken heart now, Mr. Rollins?" She asked.

He kept his grin on his face while his tongue came out to wet his lips.

"Oh look, there's our exit," he said.

He took the exit and drove up the road towards the town.

"Oh no, you're not getting out of that one that easy," she laughed.
"Out of what?" He smiled innocently. "I don't recall what we just talked about."
"You halfwit," she shook her head.

They drove through the town and soon after they were out on the country where the houses came further and further apart. He finally turned in on a dirt road and they drove through a landscape with vacation homes spread out far between.

"Number 18," he said as he turned into the driveway and parked the car. "It looks nice, doesn't it?"
"It's red," she said.
"It's red," he laughed. "Come on, let's go inside and check it out. All I know is there's a washing machine. That's all I went for so I didn't have to go home first. A washing machine and privacy."

They walked inside and quickly walked through the house. It wasn't big and they soon stood in the one bedroom and looked at the queen size bed.

"Yeah, that's not gonna happen," she said. "I'll sleep on the couch."
"It's a two person couch," he said.
"I'll curl up," she said.
"Just stop it," he said. "We're both adults. We can share the bed without anything happening."
"I've heard that before," she said.
"But you've never heard it from me," he winked. "Now, come on. Let's get started on laundry and then drive to the nearest supermarket to load up on groceries. I'm making mushroom pie tonight."
"You cook?" She asked surprised.
"Welcome to the 21st century where men can cook," he laughed.