Marry Her Father and Have Her Call Me Mommy

“Aaangh… Tyler! Yes!... You’re sooo good!! I think I love you!” Charissa moaned in excitement.

“Ahh! Ungh! I know I love you!” he replied. “You’re the only one that can please me like this”

I closed the door and took hurried steps toward the sound of my fiancé, Tyler and the other woman, Charissa. As I got closer to the bedroom door, I could hear their pants more clearly, the unmistakable thump and slap of skin against skin, the slushing of bodily fluids, their disgusting moans. I couldn’t mistake the sound of her voice. This is the same bitch that stole my last boyfriend, and the boyfriend before that. I had told Tyler about it -about how it hurt me. About how she hurt me yet, here I was on a Tuesday afternoon, coming home early to surprise my man, who was supposed to be working from home today. He was working too -extremely hard, apparently- on some other woman’s orgasm.

Mustering all my strength fueled by anger, I kicked the bedroom door in. It swung wildly, slamming into the wall on the inside of the room.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!” I screamed.

Charissa’s long brown hair swung sideways across her back as her head swivelled, her caramel eyes wide in surprise, staring at my face now twisted with anger. She was straddling him as he sat naked on the edge of the bed. Balls deep - quite literally - inside her.

“A-Amy? What are you doing here?” Tyler asked awkwardly.

“What am I doing here? In my own fucking flat?”

“I didn’t- I didn’t know you would be coming home early today.”

“No fucking shit Sherlock!” I screamed.

Tyler scrambled to his feet quickly, pushing Charissa off him and onto the bed, while simultaneously covering himself with the blue throw blanket.

“I-I’m sorry, Amy, I-I don’t know what came over me”, he stuttered, closing the distance between us.

“You know, I expected this from her”, I started, pointing angrily to Charissa, “but from you, Tyler? You knew what this would do to me!”

“I know and I’m sorry”, he explained, “I didn’t mean for you to find out like this. I wanted to tell you first. I wanted to explain everything.”

“You wanted to explain what?! That you’re sleeping with my enemy?! The same bitch that befriended me so she could seduce my boyfriend?! And- And every other boyfriend I’ve had since?!”

“Look, I know this is hard to take in, but we love each other. She loves me, and I love her. We both care about you, we-we didn’t want to hurt you, but everything just turned out this way. Please believe me.”

“Yes, please believe us, we never intended to hurt you.” Charissa chimed in. She had taken the time that Tyler was yapping away at me to clothe herself, and she now scurried before me, halting to stand next to Tyler.

“Shut it, you scheming bitch!” I yelled. “Do you think for one second that I would believe you? What number are we on now? 5? You know what?” I broke off, “I want you two nasty, shameless fuckers out of my flat this instant!”

I grabbed them both by the hair and pulled them out of the bedroom and into the lounge, one to either side of me. I stopped only to yank on the doorknob, open the door and shove them both outside, Charissa fully clothed and Tyler with only a throw blanket covering his genitals.

I quickly walked back to the bedroom, gathered up his discarded clothes and threw them out the window. I then poked my head out to shout “text me when you’re ready to come pick up your shit!” and slammed the window shut.

As I stood in my now-empty flat, tears immediately started pricking my eyes, and a strangled wail escaped my lips as the full force of what just happened came down on me.

Sobbing uncontrollably, I walked out to the lounge and threw myself onto the couch, punching at the pillows. Anger and sorrow consumed me as I curled myself into a ball with my shoulders shaking and snot dripping out of my nose. I cried for the rest of the afternoon and into the night until I fell asleep in the dark all alone.