In Bed { Short Story }

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She was supposed to be my best friend,
We had been friends for close to two years.

I supported her through everything,
Helped her with break ups,
Believe me there we're alot.

I met Him at a party, she knew him and she introduced us.

He was tall, beauitful, tattoos all over.
My type.
I did my best to talk to him but social interaction was never my strong suit.

It worked, me and him started dating.

My friend never paid it any mind, but I could tell she had a sour taste in her mouth.

A year had passed, me and him had moved in together.

My friend had started hanging around Him more often.

Fine alright they were friends first, I get it .

They both became distant from me.

One day,
I walked inside Our house.
I found His Shirt
I Found Her Shirt
I found His Belt
I found Her Bra.

I found them in bed.

I didn't yell
I didn't scream
But something snapped.

Weeks later
I moved out
She moved in

I Laid alone in bed
She laid with him in bed.

She got the kisses before bed and the 'I love yous' in the morning.

What to know what I got?

I got anger,
Sadness,
I was left with nothing!
Not even memories of what I had with him.
I lose sleep cause I think of her in the bed we picked out togther!

I remember I left something at my old house. Something he had.

I went over to get it.
She opened the door and looked very shocked to see me.

So Yes I was the last person to see her.
And Yes I was the one who threw her in the lake.

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