His Dirty Little Secret

A Drunk Night and New Beginnings

"You asshole! Open the door," I banged on the door, causing a lot of noise. Our next-door neighbor—a little old lady named Ethel—came out from her apartment to see what was happening. She asked if everything was okay, and I gave her a simple reassuring response. Though, I could hear a loud commotion from inside. It sounded like music.

I pulled out the two bobby pins in my hair and undid my updo. I used the pins to pick the lock. After a few tries and some curses, I managed to get it to work. I opened the door and walked inside.

"Jeremiah," I yelled as I walked through the living room and rounded a corner into the kitchen. The music had been growing louder and I finally found the source. To my horror—yet little to no surprise—Jeremiah had some bleach blonde girl on the counter with her legs around him and her shirt and bra on the floor.

"Oh," he said with little emotion as he looked over his shoulder and into my eyes, "so that was you making all that noise. I thought you weren't supposed to be home till later tonight." He shrugged and rubbed the back of his neck as he glanced back at the girl. This fucker... I can't believe this. The girl wrapped around him held on tight to his torso. "Guess this makes this next part easier."

Over the next five minutes, a few things happened. He explained to me how I was too invested in my job, was not spending any time with him—which was not true, any of my free time was spent with him—and how I "drove" him to do this. After he was done, things got a little less than family-friendly. I screamed profanities at him with tears in my eyes which were so loud the entire apartment complex must have heard.

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"Jeremiah then kicked me out, and that's how I ended up here," I sighed after explaining the situation to my best friend, Sylvia Thatcher. I had shown up at her place about ten minutes ago after grabbing a few of my things from my apartment. She pulled me into a tight hug as we sat on her white leather couch. Most things in her large apartment were white. She told me when I asked once that she likes how clean it looks.

"That piece of shit," she exclaimed as she kept an arm around me. "He didn't drive you into anything," she reassured. "You were the one who basically supported him. He did not deserve you."

I took a sip of the coffee she gave me. She may not have been a good cook, but she was one hell of a barista. Whether it was alcohol, coffee, or mixed drinks in general, she was the best.

"Thanks, Syl," I responded dejectedly. It's not my fault. I know it's not my fault. So why do I feel guilty?

"Hey," she cried and shoved me to the side. "I know that look," she pointed her finger at me like a mom lecturing her kid, "don't feel bad about this. This is Jeremiah's loss. Not yours!"

I roll my eyes and give her a soft smile. "Yeah, I know," I respond. "I know I shouldn't be upset about this. I figured it was coming, I just didn't expect to find him fucking some blonde bimbo—sorry—on our kitchen counter."

"You know what," Syl asked as she rose to her feet and grabbed my hands, pulling me up as well. "I think that what you need is a night out on the town! My treat." Her smile was huge and was already having an effect on me. "Let's go find something to wear." I nodded in return. There was no use arguing. When Sylvia set her mind to something, there was a better chance that hell would freeze over than you being able to convince her otherwise.

We walked to her room and she opened her closet doors. Inside was a large array of clothes that were mainly comprised of fancy dresses. She dug through the massive display and threw a few out onto the floor behind her, almost hitting me a few times.

"Watch it," I shriek as a dress almost becomes intimate with my face. She laughed and apologized quickly, then let out a loud gasp.

"Found it," she exclaimed as she stood up and shoved a dress into my hands. Before I was even able to properly examine it, she shoved me into the bathroom connected to her room and closed its door. "Get changed. It should be about your size. I bought it as a gift for you a few months back."