A Journey Into the Land of Dreams

Cheating With My Best Friend

My boyfriend and I had been together for three years. Everything had been running so smoothly with us, that I had no idea something was off. I had no idea until I got home from work one day.
It had been a long, frustrating day at work and all I had wanted to do was get home, and wrap myself up in my boyfriend's arms and tell him about my day. I headed home and picked up a drink on the way, planning to share it with my boyfriend, so I had gotten the biggest size they had to offer at Soda Shack.
I approached the house, and felt the atmosphere around me shift. It was unnerving. Something was wrong. I gathered my thoughts and headed inside. I stopped for a second because the worst feeling crept into my heart. I tried to shove it down, but the closer I got to our room, the more dread, and nervousness, and slight anger rose up.
I reached for the door handle. It almost felt like the door handle burned me, so I took my hand off. It was as if the door was telling me not to go inside! I once again slowed my breath and felt the urge to be very quiet as I once again placed my hand on the door handle. Once again, I found myself taking my hand away from the handle. What the fuck? I'm never like this. I thought.
I gripped the handle once more, determined to go in, but again I failed to turn the knob. I was panicking and felt my anxiety skyrocket. Something was definitely wrong. I had never been scared to enter our room before.
Then I heard it. Soft whispers. One of them definitely sounded like my boyfriend. The other whisper, I tried to make out as best as I could. I finally recognized who the whispers were coming from. My best fucking friend! I listened but couldn't make out what they were saying!
I felt the rage of hell burst through my veins and the adrenaline pumping! I HAD to go in there. I took a deep breath and burst in. Fuck being quiet. What I saw made my blood absolutely boil!
Both of them looked up at me, shocked and startled. They were stark fucking naked! And she was on top of him! "What the fuck?!" I screamed.
"Babe! It's not-" he tried to talk before I cut him off.
"Save it! I know what I'm seeing right now!" I yelled.
"But-" my best friend tried to intervene.
"Nuh uh. No way. You have been my best friend for our entire life! What the hell are you doing?"  I glared at her.
"I can explain!" She said, her voice shaking.
"I think this... Explains itself, you whore!" I yelled.
She looked taken aback and offended. Sucks. I thought. I suddenly found myself reaching back and slapping the look off her face. She grabbed her face in pain where I had just hit her. My boyfriend looked stunned, because he had never seen me so angry or had seen me strike anyone. Maybe he wants next? I glared at him next, but for some reason, I couldn't bring myself to strike him. Then, he completely shattered me.
He looked me dead in the eye and spoke. "We're over. I'm with her now." His tone went cold.
"What?" I said, my anger turning into complete hurt and heartache.
"Yeah. I'm sorry but I want to be with her."
I felt numb as tears welled in my eyes. "You are an absolute asshole." I told him. I took the drink in my hand, and threw it in his face, then sunk down on the couch. I looked away from them, and tried to hide the pain from them. When I gathered myself, I turned back to them.
"Well I'm not moving out. This is my house and I don't have anywhere to go." I stated.
"Fine. I won't ask you to move." He said.
"You have no right to ask me for anything right now anyways." I told him.
"Well can you at least take the other room?" He said.
"No. Absolutely not. This is MY room. And if you're going to do this, with her, I'm not going to make it easy for you. You can take the other room or stay in here and sleep next to me. Or you can find another place to live. But I'm not giving up MY house or MY room for you to fuck her." I said angrily.
He gave up trying to talk to me. My now ex best friend looked at me and her eyes were pleading. "No. Get the fuck out." I told her. She looked defeated and turned to leave. I hated her now, just like I hated him.
He looked at her and told her to stay. And just like that, they started fucking again. In front of me. I was angry and hurt. They chose to not care and rub it in my face. I just sat there, completely defeated and glued in place while they forced me to watch them.