You sit bolt up right in your bed. To your left the bed is empty, JJ is no where to be found and its pitch black. Your front door has just slammed shut. The clock on your bedside table is ticking close to 2 am and glowing in the black obis that you call your bedroom. As you slip out of the covers and off your bed, your toes gently lower to the ground and you begin feeling your way towards your bedroom door, bashing into random objects several times. You reach out in front of you and blindly grasp the door handle. You sigh a breath of relief before opening it. Silence. Then you hear giggling. You creep along the landing and tiptoe down the stairs, being careful not to make a noise. Lights spills from the living room and the giggling soon turn to moans. Frowning, you walk silently to the door, hiding behind the door frame as you peer in. There, on the sofa and half undressed is JJ, with a woman in only her underwear. Tears prick your eyes but they don't yet fall. You watch as your boyfriend snogs a stranger; someone you don't even know.
What do you do?
