The Culinary Massacre

RUH ROH RAGGY

Husky pov

I open the door to the apartments and start going up the stairs. I remember where to go since I came here for the gender reveal for the baby.
I finally get to his door and I hear what sounds like whimpers. I worry. Oh my God what if he hurt himself. I skip knocking and open the door to my surprise it's open.
"WHAT THE FUCK?" I shout. What the hell did I just find.
Harry and Obama sit up right. Their pants are still on yet both are shirtless and kissing on the couch.
"Husky?!" Harry shouts. Obama looks sad and scared.
"You invite me over and then decide fuck it let me just bone my coworker?" I say with disgust.
"Technically you boned your coworker to." Harry says.
"Wait what?" Obama asks. Oh shit. They're going to find out.
"The hell. You mean to tell me you've gone on dates and slept with both of us?!" Harry roars getting up.
"I-" I try to speak. Shit I shouldn't have gotten into this mess.
"I'm just trying to figure things out." I say.
"So you cheated on both of us and that's your excuse?" Obama says crossing his arms. They are both clearly pissed.
"You cheated on me!" I yell at him. Who the fuck do they think they are? God damn hypocrites.
"I'm just...I think I'm polyamorous." I say. Silent tears start to fall.
"I'm just trying to figure things out."
"Well tough shit. You don't get to take both of us out and play with our feeling because you're trying to figure things out!" Obama yells at me.
"I really do love both of you." I sob. They look taken aback.
"Just get out. Just get out of my apartment." Obama says. He's glaring at me and I leave. He slams the door behind me and tears are pushing their way past my eyes and I can't stop. I sob and when I get to my car I'm just angry.
They're hypocrites. God damn hypocrites. I played with their feelings? Yeah well they played with mine. They can go fuck themselves. That's probably what they're doing right now anyway. (Yeah pretty much). I roll my eyes. I need to blow off some steam. But how?
Oh wait. I'm a serial killer for crying out loud. And I know who I'm going to kill. I want to hit Obama where it hurts. Let's go find Cornelius.