The Move [Flash Fiction]

The tears streamed down her cheeks as she sobbed loudly. Her things were strewn about and all she had was her bestfriend. Macy had been there since the beginning of Tony's shit. She had came home early with dinner for him for their anniversary. They had a rough few years but today had made it four years and up until ten minutes ago she had felt it was worth it.

The problem started when she went to unlock the door and heard moans. Giving Tony the benefit of the doubt she was willing to believe it was porn. She leaned against the sixties style wallpaper listening for any sign of him. Deep down she knew it wasn't porn.

"Oh Daddy, give it me. Take your slut,"

Cyn slid down the wall, her blond hair falling out of its updo. The black prom style dress crinkled as she hit the floor. The cake was ruined and all she could do was continue to sob while they fucked. Finding courage she slowly made her way into the bedroom.

The slut was bent over and he was fucking her ass. She watched getting mad because she had tried to get him to do the very same thing the night before. She kept quiet watching waiting to see if they noticed.

 She coughed lightly and they both stilled turning around.

A few hours later and Macy was sitting in her lap holding her. They always did grieving backwards because Cyn loved the feel of Macy in her arms.

Macy had decided to move in for awile and they had finally gotten everything unpacked. They had spent the last hour holding each other in bed with Cyn swearing off men.