Ross Lynch Imagines

You Cheat On Him

You never meant for things to end up this way, and you certainly never intended to hurt Ross on purpose. It was purely an accident—a stupid, non-sober accident. You were completely careless and reckless, and now you had to pay the price.

You were out with a bunch of girlfriends at a local pub for a couple drinks, just talking about girly stuff. You have not seen them in a long time, and it was your night just to have a girls night. Ross was at home taking care of yours and his daughter for the night, while you were out partying. You were reluctant in leaving Ross and the baby, but he practically forced you to go. He said you have been so tired lately, that you deserved a break from mothering.

So you went.

Your goal was only to have at least two drinks, because if you had anymore the alcohol goes right through you because you are a lightweight. Your friend convinced you into having another cocktail, and you slipped into peer pressure because everyone else was doing it.

But once you had that third cocktail, everything went downhill. You were officially buzzed, and there was no stopping you. You danced on the dance floor by yourself, practically making all the boys drool around you as you moved your hips to the beat. You were wearing a quite short cocktail dress, and it had to be riding up your legs by now. The world was blurry around you, and you could barely comprehend faces on folks surrounding you or the environment.

But sometime during your drunken state, a man came up behind you and began grinding behind you. You let him, of course, since you did not really know what was going on. The world was a big blur, and this man was taking advantage of your drunk state. You wished one of your friends saw, and stopped this mess before anything else happened.

But unfortunately, the man began kissing your neck and things got heated so he pulled you into the unisex restroom. You wanted it to stop, and possibly a few times you told the stranger to stop, but he did not obey. He was a horny drunk himself, and this was real.

You woke up early in the morning on the filthy bathroom floor, with your panties pulled to your ankles. You tried getting up, although your legs were awfully wobbly and unstable. It was evident that you had sex last night, especially from the stiff, uncomfortable feeling between your legs.

You made love with the man that is not yours.

You broke a heart, promises, a love—you damaged everything. Ross is probably at home worried sick, and here you are with your underwear on the ground.

You sniffled, knowing you had done something so very terrible you could not take back. You pulled your underwear back on, flattening out your messy hair and wrinkled dress. You knew this thing was a bad idea coming in the first place. This shows you are not capable of responsibly drinking yet, although you are twenty four.

This is unbelievable.

How could you tell Ross? How could you manage to face the cold, hard truth? For god sakes, you two have a child together! You cheated on him, and not only did you cheat on Ross, you cheated on your daughter. You felt absolutely sick to your stomach, and the bitter vile taste in your mouth was making matters farther worse.

You stumbled to the door, although you were sober. You opened the door, to see the bar was completely empty. Trash cluttered on the dance floor, but now even any employees were here cleaning the junk up. You limped out of the bathroom, wondering why your friends abandoned you here. Perhaps they thought you had gone home.

You pulled out your phone, seeing you have received several texts and calls from a worried Ross.

Why did you have to cheat on such a good guy?