With nothing but an emotionally charged poorly written letter, and Brandt Martin’s wide open T-shirt, I angrily stomped my way through the door of Darling Treasures, to hand deliver this very important message.
There he was, sitting on the counter chatting it up with the newly blonde Jocelyn Parrott, right in front of her daughter! No surprise there.
“Well hello there, dear husband…” I snapped sarcastically.
He covered his mouth in shock. Although I wasn’t sure if it was from my makeover or from recognizing Brandt’s shirt, but I assumed both.
“Is…. Is that Brandt’s shirt?” Seymour asked, nervously.”
I could see him putting the pieces of the puzzle together, in his mind.
“Sure is!” I grinned. “Am I interrupting anything, here?” I asked.
“Kirsten, I don’t know what you think… But we were just talking… honestly!” Jocelyn pleaded.
“Aww! Must be nice…” I snapped bitterly.
“But no, actually, this doesn’t concern you, Jocelyn. Please leave.” I ordered.
Her and Seymour’s reaction said it all, before I could stop myself, I realized I was being a total bitch.
I waited for Jocelyn and her kid to walk away, as I tried my best to keep it together.
“Here’s a letter, this will explain everything.” I choked up, handing him the envelope.
“A letter?” Seymour asked, slowly pulling the envelope out of my palm, as I began to cry. “What’s this all about Kirsten?” He questioned worryingly, setting the letter down on the counter behind him.
“What do you think it’s about? HMM?” I shouted.
“Kirsten! I don’t know, what?” He asked, obviously trying to play dumb.
“Well I have to leave now…” I whispered.
I bit the inside of my cheek to prevent the tears from falling. “Tell Toni I said hi.”
Seymour reacted stressfully, sighing heavily, and clutching his head.
“Ah, damn it… Kirsten no. It’s not what you think…”
I couldn’t believe he thought that cliche line would work on me!
“Read the letter.” I rolled my eyes, and slammed the door behind me.
I threw my hair in a loose bun and sped off into the distance, on horseback. I needed some time to think, and I do that best with my most beloved friend.
All I could think about was guesstimating Seymour’s exact place in the letter. I recited what I could remember writing in my head;
You’re probably just as confused as I am angry at this very moment. It’s okay, I’ll try to make it short and sweet.
Marrying you on the beautiful white boat, and becoming a Darling was everything I’ve ever dreamed of. I didn’t marry you for the magic, or for the kids, or for the shop. All those things came after. I married you for you. If I had known who you really were then, I probably wouldn’t have made such a stupid decision.
I should have known I could never come between you and her. I should have gave you time to make up your mind before letting myself fall in love with you. That’s exactly what you needed, time.
But now, I’m the one who needs time. Time to think, time to find myself. I didn’t want things to happen like this, but apparently her temptation was just too much for you to resist.
Please don’t worry about me. Until I have time to think, I’ll be staying with my mother on her houseboat. I am taking the cat and the puppy, and my horse will be staying with some friends. I have also contacted the Crumplebottom Sisters, and the children will be dropped off at the houseboat, rather than our house. Please do not try to contact me in any way, and my phone will be shut off.
-Take Care, Kirsten”
“You really think what she did was okay, Mom?”
“Well honey, it’s like I always say; You might not be able to turn a whore into a housewife, but cheat on your girl, and you can make a housewife into a whore real quick!”
“Wow, such poetry. Mom, really though, I think we need to talk…”
“Sure baby, we can talk! Just do mama a quick favor and go pay, that man always yells at me for smoking at the gas pump!”
“Did you try Kirsten back, to tell her you’re officially pregnant, yet??”
“Yeah, she didn’t answer… her phone must still be off. It’s okay babe, I’ll try again tomorrow.”
“Well well well! If it isn’t Mr. Shady himself, right at my doorstep! What can I do ya for?”
“People are starting to talk, my car is in your driveway…”
“Yeah your wife left it here… It won’t start now.”
“My wife, who you slept with…”
“Damn right I did… But ‘slept with’ is putting it very mildly.”
“Look dude, you think I would do this if you didn’t deserve it? ‘Cause you did.”
“NOBODY DESERVES THAT. NEVER EVER.”
“Okay then. Let’s say I believe your bullshit for a second, and give you the benefit of the doubt. What exactly did you and Toni talk about, secretly?”
“….I can’t say.”
“Hahaha! That’s what I thought! Yeah, you deserved it. Kirsten however, didn’t. But I made it all better, don’t worry.”
“Whatever dude, up yours!”
“Annabelle! I couldn’t help but notice you look a little down. Is everything okay?”
“I’m okay, Yellow. Thanks for asking.”
“Do you want to talk about it? I’m a pretty great listener!”
“It’s just… I’m not ready to go home yet. I’ll miss everyone, and… Especially you.”
“Well, if it helps.. Everyone will miss you too, especially me…”
“Why would anyone ever wanna miss little ol’ me?!”
“Boatloads of reasons! You’re smart, kind, beautiful… All o’ that stuff.”
“Oh why, thank you Yellow, you have just made my day!”
“Yup. Anytime, ma’am.”
“No, no, no! Okay, get this…. And she was wearing NOTHING but Brandt’s shirt.”
“No, no I’m serious.”
“She is such a hoe! Hopefully Seymour dumps her.”
“Oh my god, Dorth!”
“Well she is! I used to feel so sorry for her, but she blew it for me.”
“Baby girl… You’re just so young. We can get this taken care of easily and quick. And those Clintons are nothing but trouble…”
“Saul is different, mom… And it’s not up for discussion any more… I am keeping this baby.”
“Puh-lease! I ain’t sharin’ my room, no way, Jose!”
“What do you mean you can’t help me anymore?!”
“I’m sorry, Toni… You’ll have to just find someone else to let you know what’s going on with Clementine.”
“And who do you propose could do that? You see her every day, Seymour. You’re the only one who could help me…”
“I don’t know! I’m so sorry Toni, but it’s tearing apart my family… Kirsten pretty much dumped me and I have no way to contact her now, to make it better.”
“Well that definitely wasn’t my intentions, Seymour. I’ll find someone else to help me. I hope you and Kirsten can fix things, I don’t want to be considered a home-wrecker. This will be our last conversation.”
“Wait, Toni! I don’t think you’re a home-wrecker, I… Toni? Hello?”
Today was the special day! My kids were arriving shortly, and seeing them is just what I’ve been needing.
“Thanks for letting us all stay here, Mom. It means a lot.”
“Oh nonsense! No need to thank me dear, you’re all welcome here anytime! After all, it won’t be much longer.” Morgana smiled, “It won’t be much longer though, right? I haven’t checked my dating site profile in ages, and I need me some male company…”
“Mom! Oh my god.. ew!”
“Oh honey… You know I’m only joking! …Partly.”
“Wait.. Did you hear that?” I gasped.
“Hear what? Is that the children?!”
I sprung off the sofa and clapped spastically.
“My babies are home!” I squealed.
“I’m not here to chat. Hit me with the cookies, grams.” Salem said, walking right by me, avoiding all hugs and kisses.
It’s okay, she’ll get hers later!
Yellow threw his arms and legs around me and I struggled to pick him up, holding him tightly.
“You know, Mommy…” He whispered, “One day I’m going to come home and you won’t be able to lift me anymore!”
“I hope I never have to see that day…” I replied.
“Oh my, I’d hate to interrupt…” Belinda said, “Kirsten, a word please?”
I looked at my mother who was grinning ear to ear. “Go on dear, I’ll show Lo-Lo to the cookies!” She giggled, “That is if Ms. Sassy-pants didn’t already inhale them!”
Belinda took me to the top deck, and told me to have a seat on the bench, next to her.
“So I don’t want to be the bearer of bad news, but my sisters and I decided it would be better coming from me, than Beatrice, dear.”
“Is this about my marriage?” I guessed. “Because we’re working on it. I need some time to think. I don’t even know if it’ll be back to the way it was.”
Belinda immediately looked very concerned, causing my stomach to flip.
“Well sweetheart, that is very unfortunate. You see, the Darling’s magic source is relying on the two of you, until your chosen heir has married their second-chance soul. It would certainly tear us up to have to revoke it. The effects of revoking magic can be quite severe.” She explained.
“So if I want to keep my magic, I have to force myself to be in a potentially unhappy relationship?” I frowned.
“Unfortunately Darling, Agnes put strict rules on the contract. Perhaps you could try to find what made you fall for him, and work from there.”
“And my other choice?”
“I hope to never have to revoke your magic from you and your family. You have all come so far, and proved yourself to be very skilled witches. As for Yellow, he is just so close!”
I bowed my head down in disappointment.
“Also..” She began. “The removal process has a very low success rate..”
“Of successful magic removal?”
“Well, no. A very low success rate of… How can I put this? ...Survival..“
“I have to get going sweet heart… But just remember. Removing magic from a witch will leave the witch even weaker than an ordinary human, which is… unfortunately, close to death.”
I bit my lip extremely hard.
“I’ll try to work on it…” I said.
“Good, my dear… Good. Because I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t worried….”