1: Sorry, this is mine

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"What irritated me most in that entire situation was the fact that I wasn’t feeling humiliated, or annoyed, or even fooled. Betrayal was what I felt, my heart broken not just by a guy I was in love with, but also by, as I once believed, a true friend." 

~Danka V

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15th April, 2002. 

Moans after moans welcome me as I approach my apartment, and I roll my eyes as I sink my key into the door and open it. The loud moan accompanied by heavy grunt coming from my boyfriend makes me want to bash a head against the wall and it isn’t my head, so you can guess whose head it is.

“Yes! Yes! Yes!!! Don’t stop.” She whom my boyfriend is currently screwing screams and my nose scrunches up in disgust.

Okay, I’ve had the same thing she’s having and I can assure you it isn’t as breathtaking as she makes it seem. 

But what's the sanest action now?

Barge into the bedroom and give them a surprise, or quench the thirst I’ve had for the last thirty minutes?

I pounder in my heard and choosing the latter over the former, I walk into the kitchen and pour myself a glass of water. Drinking this cup of water is better than all the sex I’ve had with Ade since we began dating over six years ago.

“Oh yes, baby right there.” Screams the girly voice that sounds rather familiar and something doesn’t sit right within me.

I was about to say I'll just stay in the kitchen and wait till they were done, but there is a curiosity that’s going on within me as a result of the voice that sounds so familiar.

I set the glass of water on the counter and make my way over towards the bedroom where the over-exaggerated moans and grunts are coming from.

Don’t act dumb and pretend you don’t know who is in there with him. The voice in my head tells me and there is an inward eye roll.

I do know who the voice belongs to, but I am going to play “the benefit of a doubt” game and pretend like I don’t know. 

Once I get to the door I do not hesitate to open it and walk into the bedroom. The two lovers are on the bed I bought with my hard-earned money, having the stupid thing called sex. On top is Sharon, my best friend with her eyes so wide I'd kiss the devil just to see it pop out of its socket. Her hair is rough and scattered and sweat is running down her face. 

Maybe she wasn’t exaggerating after all; maybe she was having the time of her life before I rudely interrupted.

I scoff inwardly; if he was able to give her the time of her life, then she must have a very low expectation.

Under her is Ade, the bastard I’ve somehow managed to put up with in the last six year even though he was a lying cheating bastard! Did I mention lazy and whinny to that list? 

He's a 5'9 ft tall light-skinned man with a somewhat muscled body. His amber colour eyes have always been my weakness and his nose is pointed and with a defined jawline, he was a good looking man and he knew that too and put it to use in the most annoying way. 

The first time I found him cheating, I went crazy and almost tore the house down on the both of them and was going to leave, but he begged and promised he’d change. Of course, I believed him the first time, but that was the last time. After I caught him cheating for the second time, I stopped fighting and started planning to move on with my life and that was two years ago.

Sharon was the only friend I had at the bar where I worked and after three years of being close friends, I started calling her my best friend. I told her all my plans, including the one that involved leaving Ade's sorry ass.

Who knew she was waiting for me to leave so she could take my place?

She aimed really low.

“Oh hello, Ade, Sharon, hope you’re well,” I salute them in my most friendly tone, “Don’t bother getting up,” I tell Sharon as she tries to get off him and cover her nakedness. “I promise I will be out of your hair as quickly as I can. Sorry for the interruption, I just need a minute.” There is no need to feel ashamed, there are only three people in this room and I have seen her naked a couple of times in the past and I know she has a great body. As for Ade, well she was more than comfortable in her naked form a while ago, so it isn’t him.

I work 8 hours and extra hours (to make more money) almost every day, for five days a week and the last thing I want to do after those long hours is to have a fight with Ade on who he decides to stick his dick in, even if that person happens to be my best friend.

To an extent, seeing both of them together now did surprise me, not about Ade cheating because I have caught him cheating so many times that I am not longer surprised by it. I am however surprised that my best friend in the world, whom I’ve cried to more times than once to about the shitty way my boyfriend was towards me is the very person that stabbed me in the back.

My heart clenches painfully within my chest and I know it is less about Ade's cheating and more about Sharon’s betrayal.

I shrug the feeling off and walk to the wardrobe and pull out my bag and begin to sort my things into the bag. I used to own a lot of things in this house, but immediately after I caught Ade cheating for the second time, I began selling them and saving that money for the day I finally decide to move.

There are still in bed when I return from the bathroom where I went to pick my brush and my toothpaste, but this time Sharon has the bed sheets pulled up to cover her bare breast, while Ade has the sheet covering his lower self. I almost burst out laughing at how pathetic that looked, but this isn’t a moment of laughter.

“As I promised, I’m done,” I announced and zip up my bag before pulling the handle up. “I will be back to take the rest of my stuff tomorrow but this is as far as I can go for now.”

“Ade having your dick buried in more than one woman doesn’t make you a man.” Sharon turns from me to Ade and I can see the look in her eyes, it was the look I once had when I stared at him.

She loved him and I wonder what quality she saw that made her fall for him. 

He is a good looking man, no doubt but there have to be something else.

Maybe some women love men that would use them, lie to them and break their heart. The more wrecked a man is, the harder they’ll love him.

“And to you Sharon, good luck. Enjoy this for as long as it last, ‘cause I promise you that it won’t be very long.”

I walk to the door and stop, “I almost forgot,” I stride towards them and reaching my hand out I grab the bedsheet and yank it out of their grasp leaving them as naked as they were before I came into my room, adding. “Sorry, this is mine, good night folks.”

With that said I exit the room with my head held high and not looking back for once until I was out of the apartment.

I exhale in relief and although happy, a tear roll down my face. Sharon betrayal hurts a lot, but I console myself because I know karma is a bad bitch! I fold the bed sheet in my hand and throw it into the big plastic waste bin beside the gate and I proceed in my movement into the night.