WARNING: (A little) foul language present in this chapter. Read with caution.

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The digital clock by your side read 2:00am but you couldn’t sleep. A late night thriller movie was playing right in front of you, the psychopathic murderer having just dragged the victim down to the dingy basement. You used to be afraid of such movies, but now, nothing really scared you anymore.

Even death.

Muffled sounds of a woman’s giggles travelled through the silent house and you were sure it wasn’t coming from your TV.

Who could it be?

The door flew open, hitting the grey walls with a loud bang. A lady sashayed into your house, her tight leather dress showing off her curves in all the right places, the skirt too high up her thighs and the top too low. She wore red heels, those with the heels so high you often wonder how people managed to walk in them. She wore a huge diamond necklace, the entire thing so big it flayed out across her entire collarbone. Johnny had one arm slung around her shoulder and they looked like they had just walked out of an image in the newspaper, the kind Johnny used to feature on so frequently in the past for the wrong reasons. Both of them were obviously drunk, neither of them could walk properly and sour smell of alcohol reeked from their bodies. You made accidental eye contact with the woman and she simply smirked at you before turning her attention back to Johnny.

“Johnny, should we head to your room?” No doubt those words were for you to hear.

“Let’s go!” Johnny tossed his head back as laughter erupted from his body, his finger pointing up the stairs. They disappeared up your stairwell and the sound of a door slamming shut followed.

In the past, you had felt disappointment but this time, your feelings were much stronger, and went beyond simple disappointment. You felt your heart crack; you felt the pain so strongly you thought you almost heard your heart cracking physically. Unbeknownst to the both of you, Johnny’s actions had touched your heart and he was slowly inching his way into your heart. But now, all his efforts will be gone down the drain. You’ve forgiven him for all his past mistakes and you geninuely thought he had changed for the better.

What a fool you were, and now you only have yourself to blame for this utter let down. What you could not fathom though was this one thing: How could he bring another woman home to commit another heinous act of infide