One Night Assassin

|CHAPTER 1- Witnessed Affair| "Hey babe, I'm home!" I yell out to my current live-in-boyfriend as I walk in the door. Exhausted from the long day at work, I quickly shut the door behind me and begin to take off my shoes and jacket. "s**t it's cold outside." I start make my way up the stairs in a swift movement, excitement and happiness overflowing my body the closer I make my way up. Today is me and my boyfriends Brian, five month anniversary. I know five months isn't very long, but God, it was like something drew me towards him the second we met. We met in the diner while I had the waitress shift, and I knew the moment I saw those blue orbs of his, I was already locked in. "Hey honey, are you home yet?" I say as I finally make it up to the top of the stairs. I start to make long strides towards our bedroom, but start to slow my pace when I begin to here a shuffling of some sort. Wait, if he's home, why didn't he answer when I called for him? The suspense and suspicion begin to grow inside me—causing a large ball begin to form inside my throat. I finally make it up to the door in record time. The sounds more clearer and sounding more of grunts and squeaks. I hesitantly raise my hand up and begin to knock on the door. "Um hon, are you busy?" I ask in a quiet but questioning tone. I get no response, but instead hear the sound of shuffling sheets. So I try to knock one more time, but I still get no response. At this point, the agitation is to much to ignore. So with that, I turn the Knob and slam the door open. "Hey, are you alright in he-" I begin to say, but quickly shut my mouth after looking at the sight in front of me.  I felt sick, I felt dirty, I felt used.  There my lovely boyfriend was, standing on the other side of the bed half naked, while trying to swiftly slip some boxers on. Whilst still showcasing his obvious erect manhood. A brown eyed, blonde haired girl in nothing but a bra and thong begins to slip on her shirt. It was hard to believe that this was the same guy I thought would never hurt me, the same guy I trusted more than anyone, the same guy I loved and thought loved me back. I say nothing, but instead just run out with tears at the brink of pouring out of my eyes. "Luna, baby wait." Brian almost yells out while beginning to run after me. Luckily for me, he was to busy on trying to slip on some pants, so he ends up almost falling face front into the wooden floor, giving me a head start. I actually would have laughed at his action if my emotions weren't already flooded with sadness and betrayal. Unfortunately, I don't run fast enough down the stairs, since I don't want to take a rough tumble , due to my vision being clouded with tears. He eventually catches up with me by the time I get to the door, grabbing me by the back of my arm.  "Don't f*****g touch me!" I yell out, turning to look him straight into his eyes. They showed no emotion, no guilt, nothing.  "Honestly babe, I didn't do anything wrong." He says with a shrug of his shoulders, making me look at him with a are-you-f*****g-kidding-me look. "I just saw you f*****g some other girl in our bed, and you don't see that as wrong?!" I yell out, the sadness beginning to turn to anger at the words he just spout out. "Well if you look at it in my eyes, no." He says while running his fingers through his short dirty blonde hair. An endearment I use to find attractive, but now all I want to do is shave his whole head and hope his hair never grows back. "How in the f**k is that?!" I scream in his face, making him actually jump a bit at my harsh tone. "Well if you would have let me done it with you back towards the start of our relationship, I probably would have never went to someone e-" He begins to rant, but I cut him off to a hard smack on his cheek. "f**k you!" Is all I say before storming out and towards my car. I open my door and get in a swift movement. I quickly get the key out and start the ignition, making the car roar to life. I get spooked by a bunch of small taps on the window. And of course, it was Brian trying to get me to open the car door.  He just doesn't give up, does he? I begin to act like I was going to open the door at a slow and steady pace, but right as I let him think I was going to give in, I gave him a devilish smirk and flipped him off before  backing out of the driveway and reversing out onto the street. I know it's was kind of a childish move, but at this moment, no f***s we're currently given. I take one last look to see him practically throwing a tantrum in the driveway. At this point the tears begin to stream down at a steady pace, but not as in burst-into-a-fit-of-sobs, but more as in why-cry-over-someone-you-never-really-had. Which was true, as told by my dad. He always told me when I was a little girl and one of my pets would die, that there was no real point over crying over something, if you never really had it. Now this is under different circumstances, but those words are currently the only thing really keeping me together at the moment. It's times like this I really miss my dad.  I pick up my phone and begin to go the V's on my contact list. Eventually hitting my best friends name on the contact list, letting the tone begin to dial, picking up on the third ring. "Hey Luna, how's my little wolf doing?" My best friend Veronica says, making me laugh at our inside joke. She would always call me her little wolf since my name was Luna, she found it kinda funny and thought it would be an endearing nickname. "Not to good V." I say through small humorless chuckles and sniffles here and there. I push the speaker button and set the phone in the cup dispenser so I could focus fully on the road. "Why, what happened?" She ask, concerned laced in her tone. I shut my eyes and take a deep breath in, preparing myself on what I was about to say. "Me and Brian kinda broke up." I say quickly, hoping that she wouldn't take the news too hard, because if she thinks that's bad, she'll have a s**t fit once she hears the reason why we broke up. But all hopes slowly fade into a black hole once she opens her mouth. "What?! Why?! I thought you guys were happy together." She says so loudly, almost making me piss myself. "Yeah, so did I." I mumble inaudibly under my breath. "What?" "Nothing, I was just gonna ask if it was okay if I stayed with you for a little while. Just until I could figure out a place to go." I ask her while wiping off the smudged mascara under my eyes. "Oh my God Luna, of course. Stay as long as you need to, I'm here whenever you need me, never forget that." She says making a small smile begin to appear on my face. I was lucky to have a friend like Veronica, she's always had my back. Even when we were in high school, she would always be there. Once this girl was commenting about how I dressed like I lived on the street, because I would always where really baggy or worn out clothes to school, but the truth was my mom barely even had enough money to put food on our table. So there wasn't really time to care about the clothes I wore. But Veronica didn't let that slip, she ended up trashing the girl so bad, the girl started to have an emotional breakdown in the hallway. To this day, I still don't think the girl deserved to be pushed to the point of crying, and still feel kinda guilty. "Thanks V, I'll see you in a few." I say before hanging up the call. After about ten minutes on the road, I eventually make it to Veronica's condo. Since she was born into money, she had no problem of getting a nice place to live after finally moving out of her parents house. I make my way up the stairs, eventually making it to the door and knocking on it with anticipation. The minute the door opens, I'm greeted with an ecstatic Veronica gripping me so tightly in a hug, I could barely breath. "Oh God, I feel like I haven't seen you in forever." Veronica says in rough tone from gripping me so tightly, making me let out a small chuckle "We just saw each other a few weeks ago V." I say in groggy tone, making her let me go quickly after figuring out the lack of oxygen I was getting from the grip she had me in. "Oh, sorry. But do you know how long a few weeks is for best friends?! A f*****g lifetime Luna!" She says answering the rhetorical question. She takes a deep look into my hazel eyes with her brown ones—immediately realizing I've been crying. "Luna-" She says in a knowing tone while smacking her lips. "I know, I'll explain, I promise. But can we get in first, I didn't really have time to bring a jacket and I'm currently freezing my ass off out here." I say with a smile, rubbing my arms up and down the back of my arms. "Of course, come in." She says moving out of the door way and gesturing to come in. ~~~~~~~~~ "I'll kill him, I'll f*****g kill him!" Veronica says standing up from the couch that we were both sitting on, almost spilling the wine that was in her hand from the sudden jolt of action. After telling her the whole story of what happened between Brian and I, let's just say she's currently out for blood at the moment. "Veronica, calm down! You're gonna make the neighbors think your some kind of killer." I say while pulling on her arm—gesturing her to sit down. "Yeah well, that might just become a possibility now!" She says through gritted teeth before storming off into another room. "Where are you going?" I try to yell loud enough for her to hear. "Getting my gun!" She says, making my heart stop at her words. "What?!" I almost scream, making her laugh in response. "Relax little wolf. I'm just getting myself another glass of wine." She says walking back into the room with the bottle in hand, making me take a sigh in relief. "Not cool V, you know how f*****g on edge I am today!" I yell out while running my hands through my mid length brown hair, only making her laugh more. We are both cut off by a loud banging on the side of the wall. "Can you girls shut the f**k up! I'm trying to sleep!" I hear a mans surprisingly clear voice yell on the other side of the wall.  Jesus Christ, you can hear clear as day through these walls. Veronica just gives me a look of agitation before yelling back. "Look, I hear you f*****g new girls every weekend anyways! So if I were you, I would just back the f**k off and shove some earbuds in your ears or something!" Veronica yells back, my face probably now looking like I just saw a flying monkey. "Veronica!" I whisper through gritted teeth, making her laugh and roll her eyes before responding. "Oh please, it's true. If I had a dime for every time I've heard 'Aww yeah baby' or 'give it to me harder' through these walls, I'd be richer than Bill Gates at this point." She says before taking a sip of her wine. Stifling a laugh, I begin to slowly grab the glass of wine out of her hand and slowly set it on the coffee table next to us. "Okaaayyy, that's enough wine for you." I say as I clink the glass down, making Veronica just glare at me. "And not enough for you apparently." She says with a mischievous smirk on her face, I just look at her in confusion. "And what is that supposed to mean exactly?" I ask in a stern but playful tone. "Girl, you know exactly what I mean. For Gods sake Luna, you just walked in on your boyfriend f*****g some other girl in the both of you guys bed, and instead of taking all your sadness out through alcohol and s*x, you're sitting here wrapped in a blanket and drinking hot chocolate." She says waving her hands up in exasperation. I stay silent for a second while taking a long sip of my hot chocolate before responding.  "Don't judge me, this is how I cope." I say while snuggling deeper into the blanket. "Yeah, maybe when we where six! You're a 21 year old woman Luna, you're only this age once, you need to start living!" She almost shouts, but I just shrug before taking another sip of my hot chocolate. And at that moment, I saw a light flicker in one of Veronicas' eyes, and knowing my best friend, I know that means she's up to something. "No Veronica, whatever it is, absolutely not." I say while shaking my head, making her throw her head back in laughter. "Oh, you know me too well little wolf." She says before continuing. "I know exactly what you need to get your mind off of everything that's happened to you tonight." She says giving me devilish smirk. "V, I've told you this before, I'm not gonna smoke wee-" I start to say, but get cut off by Veronica hitting me on the arm. "Not that you idiot." She says with a snort. "Then what in the hell is it?" I say with a small chuckle, a hand then creeps up on my shoulder at that moment, making me give Veronica a questioning look. "We're going to the hottest club in San Fransisco tonight."