𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 𝐇𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟

Chapter 1.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me." I looked in disbelief at my boyfriend, who was lying in our bed, his dick inside my best friend.

Both of them looked at me in shock, my boyfriend getting off her as she tried to cover herself up with the blanket.

"This is not what it looks like!" He said, covering his crouch with his hands as he walked over to me.

What are you hiding from me? I've seen your small dick often enough.

"Oh so you were not just fucking my best friend?!" I yelled, my eyes obviously furious. I slammed the door shut.

"I want you out of my apartment, NOW!" I screamed, walking into the living room as I paced around. My whole body was trembling, and I knew that I was close to crying, but I would definitely not cry in front of him.

I could hear footsteps, and then my boyfriend entered the living room. I glared at him, not wanting to see his face.

"I said get out." My voice showed just how mad I was, but he continued to come my way.

"I'm sorry bab-"

"Get the fuck out or I will call the police!" I yelled, slapping his hand away as he tried to touch me.

"We will talk when you calm down." Daniel said and I glared even more at him. Then I saw my 'best friend' making her way towards the front door.

"And you whore don't even try to contact me again, you're dead to me." I yelled after her, pushing my now ex boyfriend into the hallway.

"Calm down." He said and I then could feel my blood boil.

"Leave my apartment right now or I swear I won't hold back no more." I said, watching the two of them grab their shoes.

I pushed daniel towards the door, the two of them now in front of the door before I slammed the door shut. I quickly locked the door, and then I broke down.

I started crying quietly, burying my face into my hands.

It hurts so much. Was I not enough? We've been together for two years and I thought he loved me.

I couldn't stop crying for a long time, till eventually no tears came out no more. I stared at the wall as I laid on the floor, my body shaking a bit.

After a few more minutes, I only felt anger. I stood up and took every picture of us off the wall, throwing it into the trash. Everything that reminded me of him, I threw into the trash.

Fuck him, I don't fucking need him.

It was already 11 pm when I entered the bedroom, staring at the bed.

I can't sleep here.

I gritted my teeth, seeing the two of them in the bed again. I then turned around, walking back into the living room. I laid down on the couch, pulling the thin blanket over me as I tried to sleep.

But then I started crying again and the pain was back, my whole body shaking as every of our good memories together flooded through my mind.

He threw that all away just to fuck her? Has he been cheating on me before?

I cried and cried, till I fell asleep from exhaustion.

Next morning:

I opened my eyes, my eyes hurting from crying so much. I stayed on the couch for another 30 minutes, realising that it was not just a nightmare, but reality. I sighed, slowly standing up as I walked over into the bathroom.

I stared at myself in the mirror, feeling absolutely numb and exhausted. I had bags under my dark blue eyes, my eyes red and puffy. My light brown curls were a mess, and I just sighed loudly.

I'm a mess in general right now.

I got out of my clothes and went into the shower, deciding to take a warm shower, in the hope it would calm my nerves a bit.

After I just stood under the warm water for about 20 minutes, I decided to wash my body and just get out. I took my time washing myself and my hair, and then wrapped one towel around my hair and another around my body, walking out.

I stared at myself in the mirror again, my face looking a bit better.

I then walked into the bedroom, avoiding to look at the bed as I looked into the closet, grabbing some sweatpants, an oversized shirt and new underwear. I quickly put the clothes on before walking back into the bathroom, hanging the towels on the hanger.

I then stared into the mirror again.

I will go clubbing tonight, I don't care. He does not deserve my sadness.

Thoughts like that crossed my mind as I tried to make myself believe that, then brushing out my wet hair. I grabbed a hair tie and braided my hair before making my way into the kitchen.

I looked into the fridge, rubbing my hand over my face as I tried to figure out what to eat. I then decided to make myself an coffee and cut some fruits to eat them.

I grabbed my cup and my bowl before making my way over to the living room, turning my tv on to distract myself. While eating, I grabbed my phone and saw the amount of messages from daniel and that whore.

I immediately blocked and removed her from everywhere, before doing the same to him. Then I send him a text.

"Come over today to get your fucking clothes out of my apartment, and leave the keys here. If you don't pick them up today, and they're still here when I come home, I will throw them away idfc." Was the last message I sent him before also blocking him.

I knew he had work and would come here around 9pm, so I had a lot of time to mentally prepare myself for it.

Actually it doesn't matter, I will go to the club today, so if I'm lucky, I won't meet him.