You walk inside of your home, breathing in the smell of vanilla and cinnamon. You and your boyfriend Roc have been living together. You went to go visit your mother for a week. You are so happy to finally see him, for you were fiening for his love. You open your bedroom door to see a bleach blonde, brown eyed girl on top of him. He pushes her off and covers himself up. You drop your bags and cover your mouth. Your eyes build up tears and you turn away, not wanting to see anymore. Roc puts on his boxers and grabs your waist .
"Y/N I'M SO SORRY." He says. tears building in his dark brown eyes.
You don't say anything. You keep your mouth closed. You bite your lip to stop the tears from building up. You want to smack him but your body doesn't want to move.
"Y/N?" Roc says.
Working up courage, you finally say "How long?"
"How long what?" He says, biting his lip.
"HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN SLEEPING WITH THAT TRAMP.!" You yell, making him flinch.
The mystery girl says "I'M NOT A TRA-"
'BITCH I'M NOT TALKING TO YOU. GET YOUR SLEEZY ASS OUT OF MY HOUSE NOW."
The girl grabs her stuff and leaves.
Roc looks at you with sincere eyes, hoping you'll forgive him.
"Now answer my question Chresanto, how fucking long?"
"Since your 5 month anniversary."
You grab your bags and run down the stairs, with tears spilling down your cheeks. You jump into your black Bugatti and speed away before Roc runs out, crying his eyes out.
He yells "Y/N" one last time, before the bullet went through his chest.
