A/n: This was requested by an anonymous reader. They asked me to come up with a sad ending to reader getting cheated on.
To be honest I don't think this came out like I wanted it to. But I also had this stashed away for months. And just got to working on my request list. So here you go.
⚠️Death. Su!cide. And angst. Read at your own risk.⚠️
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Title Name: Romantic Homicide
There's this gut feeling you get when something happens that you hoped, wished, would never happen. It feels like your insides are bundled up and squeezed so tight that it starts to feel like something is poking through your clothes. Like little needles turn into larger needles until you're almost breathless.
Gut wrenching is what they call it.
So when I pulled into my driveway and saw an unfamiliar car in the spot where my girlfriend's car should have been, that feeling took over my body. I did become breathless. I barely even put my vehicle into park. I was so scared. But somehow my body shifted into autopilot and I soon found myself standing on my own doorstep. Wondering if I should even go in.
My hands shook at my sides and my heart beat ten times faster than it should. I closed my eyes, took in a deep breath that I held for a moment, only to release it and step inside without another thought.
It was quiet. At least on the lower level. There was a second story to the house where all the other rooms were. Where our room was.
My head lifted slowly as I stare at the staircase. The daunting task of having to walk up them just to get to what I knew was going on up there made me not wanna do it at all. But my legs moved on their own accord and carried me up each step.
They carried me down the hallway before making me stand right in front of my bedroom door. That's when I could hear soft muffling. My heart gripped almost too tightly when I heard a feminine moan followed by the squeak of a bed spring. And then, the rhythmic sound of the continuous squeak.
My body ran cold and my heart quite literally stopped in my chest. I didn't know what to do; cry? scream? walk in there and beat both of them with the bat that I kept in my closet?
Instead I turn away from the door and walk down the hallway to get back downstairs. While still on autopilot I find myself in my living room and kneel down in front of the side table between the couch and recliner. I had a few pre-rolled joints and blunts hidden in there.
I pulled the drawer out and reach for my little metal tin, smiling to myself that it was found, before standing and closing the drawer. I took the tin with me and walked towards the den. Six steps down stairs to the lower level of the house, where the entertainment center was along with a large flat screen tv and a sectional couch.
I bypass all of that and walk around the couch to get to the back patio doors. I open one and step outside, softly closing the door behind me. There's a porch swing that I like to sit on which I occupy with a huff as I sit.
At this point I wasn't sure what to do. My mind was in overdrive. I suspected she was cheating when she stopped being touchy with me. She became distant and barely did any couple things with me. I knew those symptoms from a mile away. And here we are now. I didn't listen to my gut and now I'm sitting on the back patio with a blunt in between my fingers. Staring out at the back yard while my girlfriend gets fucked in our bed.
With a sigh I light the blunt, watching the cherry brighten as I inhale. The first swirl of herb and whatever flavor the wrap had been, filled my lungs nicely, causing them to hurt until I blew the smoke out.
