My Brother's Best Friend

Chapter 1

I'm halfway through my third year in college and it's been a tough year but I'm glad things are starting to look my way.

My boyfriend and I have been together since the day I was 16 and I'm turning 21 in a month.

So we've been together for a while.

Its been a rough ride but it feels like things are starting to look up.

We have been living together since we started college, university whatever you want to call it.

There have been some interesting situations over the years, I must say.

I walk out of the elevator into the hallway of the floor that our apartment is on.

I get to my apartment and open the door.

I enter the apartment and close the door behind me.

I go straight to the kitchen as I want to put the groceries down, I decided to get after class.

We've been running short on a few things.

I hear moaning on my way to the kitchen and frown as I walk closer to the source of the moaning.

I enter the living room area and find a girl on top of Ethan on my couch.

I drop everything, "I'm done with this shit." I say to him.

"Alana, baby... No, I can explain." He says as he throws the girl next to him on the couch.

She gets up, "I'm sorry. I didn't know." She says as she rushes out whilst getting dressed.

"Of course you didn't. I'm sorry he put you through that." I say to her.

"Yeah, me too. Kinda disappointing to be honest. I could've finished my assignment I have due for tomorrow." She says as she walks to the door.

"Yeah, imagine how I must feel. Good luck with that." I say to her.

She let's out a laugh before opening the door, "Thanks, bye." She says and closes the door behind her as she leaves.

"All those comments weren't necessary." He says standing in front of me with his pants on.

"That's the first thing you have to say to defend yourself?!" I ask him angrily.

"What can I honestly say to defend myself, Alana? Huh!?" He says angrily.

"You just caught me fucking someone on our couch!" He yells at me.

"That's my couch that you just ruined. Not yours, most of this shit in this apartment belongs to me!" I say angrily.

"Okay? Your couch... I'm fucking sorry." He says in a mocking tone.

"I don't need this." I say to him and head straight to my room.

"That's what you say every time." He says frustratingly as he follows me.

I open my closet and grab the biggest suitcase I can find.

"You can't leave. Are you serious, Alana?!" He asks me angrily.

I look at him, "I'm not the one leaving." I say as I start to throw his clothes in the suitcase.

He rips the suitcase away from me, "I'm not leaving. This is my apartment. I pay the rent every month." He says to me.

"Is that really the card you're gonna play? I just caught you fucking some girl on my couch. This is the third fucking time Ethan. How many times are you going to do this to me?" I ask him with a tear running down my cheek.