It Happens In Threes

Chapter 1

Do you ever hear someone talk and think you're unintelligent?

That's currently what I'm thinking as I listen to the man next to me go on and on about how Donald Trump is going to better America.

I've tried to exit the conversation multiple times but this dude wasn't picking up my blunt social que, which was me saying "I got to go now". So, I stood near the door as I sipped my coffee and waited for him to stop talking. I've learned to keep my mouth shut during political conversations after one too many classroom and bar debates.

"...So, yeah, I think it's time that this county has some real change," he said before sipping his drink.

"Alright, well, I really got to go now," I said smiling politely as I opened the door.

"Wait! You should have this," he said handing me a small little red lampshade.

"No, it's fine. I really don't need that. I have enough lamps," I said trying to leave again.

"I insist," he said smiling.

I sighed, whatever I thought as I took the mini lampshade from the man and put it in my pocket. I thanked him and hurried out of the Starbucks and started my walk home.

I like to go for walks when I need to clear my head and I really needed it. I turned right, instead of left. Left would get me home in about ten minutes, but right would lead me to the park, giving me more time to think.

I slowly drank my coffee and played yesterday's events in my head.

Fuck.

I got home early from a business trip in LA, yesterday, and deiced to swing by my boyfriend's apartment to surprise him. He gave me keys so I buzzed myself into the building and let myself into his apartment.

To my pleasant surprise, I found a half-naked blonde chick in his kitchen making herself a bowl of my cereal that I left at his place for when I sleepover.

"Who are you?" she asked eyeing me. Her voice was like nails on a chalkboard to me. She sounded like she looked. High and dumb.

"Who the hell are you?" I asked back slamming the door behind me. I didn't mean to slam it but it felt right.

"I'm Rebecca, Kevin's girlfriend," she said. "And you are?"

"Kevin's girlfriend," I said making my way over to his gaming chair, which he never let me sit in. I sat down and took off my jacket.

"What are you doing? That's daddy's special chair!" she snapped.

I wanted to throw up.

"Oh, I know, I was there when he got and you were probably graduating kindergarten." I looked around his small smelly studio apartment. "Where is the lying bastard?"

"He'll be back in twenty," she said taking a spoonful of cereal. She chewed with her mouth open. How charming.

"I'll wait," I said crossing my legs. "I suggest you leave." I took out my phone and aimlessly scrolled through it. I just needed to look busy.

"No, I like, practically live here now".

I looked at her. She was pouting and annoyed and wearing his favorite t-shirt. How did I miss it? How does she "practically live here now"? Especially when I tried to bring a toothbrush over and Kevin lost his shit about and went on and on about his space and his man cave.

"I don't care, snack time is over and you're in time out. Leave".

She huffed and walked over to Kevin's bed. I closed my eyes and tried to control my anger and my tears. There is a time and place to cry but this ain't it.