The Right Time

3. Cheating Son Of A B*tch

Cheyanne

I called him a few times, before getting into the taxi. It went straight to voicemail. I exited the taxi and paid the driver my fare. I was so anxious to know what was happening to Michael. If something was to happen to him, who would be my support system? He was there for me mentally, physically and emotionally. Even financially at times, even though I told him that I didn't need his money.

I all but rushed to the elevator hoping to get up there as soon as possible. I normally took the stairs to get a little exercise, but now, I was in a hurry. It was only the second floor, but it felt as if I was going twenty floors up. As soon as the elevator dinged, indicating that I was at my destination, I dashed out, going towards Michael's apartment.

I fished around in my bag for the key that he gave to me when we made it official one year ago. When I found them, I couldn't even open the door. My hands were shaking like hell. It took me a few attempts to finally get the key inside the door. I was nervous about what I would find inside.I pushed the door open, and the place looked like it was ransacked. At least, that was what it looked like at first glance. I realized there were female clothes lying around. Those weren't my clothes. My heart started beating a hundred miles per hour. This can't be real.

I went closer to the room and that's when I heard it. There was moaning inside the bedroom. The bedroom that was supposed to be for us. I sat on the sofa feeling defeated. I can't believe that he would do something like this to me, after all that we have been through. We've been through a lot of sh*t together. He ran all the girls off when they took a pass at him, to make it known that he wasn't interested in anything with anyone. Or, that's what I thought. He finally gave in to his desires. He couldn't wait for me any longer. But come to think of it, he might have been doing this for a while. I'm so glad I didn't let him f*ck me. This would have hurt a lot more than it does now. Don't get me wrong, it was hurting like a b*tch, but I'm glad that I found out now, rather than later.

I sat on the sofa facing the room door. I knew he was going to be surprised to see me, because if they had heard me come inside the apartment, they would have stopped to check, or maybe they didn't care. I heard muffled sounds, then laughing. The lock jiggled a bit and my heart rate picked up some more. I could have had a heart attack with the way my heart was beating.

They exited the bedroom sucking each others'faces off. They were too immersed in what they were doing to notice that I was just right in front of them. Tears ran down my cheeks. The way he was gently holding the sides of her face struck a pain through my heart. I could literally feel my heart breaking. A sniffle caught her attention and she turned around to me.

"Who the f*ck are you and what are you doing in my boyfriend's apartment?" She so rudely asked.

"Don't let me interrupt you guys. Just excuse me for a second." I sneered at her.

I could see the guilty look on Michael's face, which hurt me. But nothing could have hurt more than him not saying anything when she spoke to me like that, like I was the intruder. I went to the bedroom and more tears came down when I smelled the essence of s*x. I didn't want to cry over him, but I couldn't help it. We've spent two years together. The love I had for him wouldn't just go away in an instant because he had hurt me. I grabbed the suitcase I had in the closet and started throwing my clothes inside. I didn't care if they were crumpled up. When I was almost finished, Michael came into the room and walked towards me. He lifted his hand towards my face, which I dodged.

"Don't f*cking touch me with those nasty hands that you just had on that b*tch." I said angrily. How dare he.

"Babe, please let me explain." He said.

"Explain what? What are you going to explain? That I didn't put out, so you went to someone else. That you couldn't be faithful for like one more month. You know what, I'm glad that you showed me your true colors before it was too late." I said.

"Babe, just listen to me please. She's nothing. She means nothing to me." He said.

"Apparently, she meant something to you a couple of minutes ago." I c****d my head to the side.

"No Babe, please, the s*x was't even that good." F*cking unbelievable.

"Maybe your d**k wasn't satisfactory either. Maybe it was like this." I held up my thumb and my index finger together, with only a tiny little space in between, to show him how small I thought his d**k was. I've never seen it, so I wouldn't know.

"Oh please b*tch. you're probably not even a virgin as you say. Your p*ssy is probably this wide." He held both his hands wide apart. I laughed. I laughed at the fact that I hurt his ego. My tears dried up from laughing.

"Oh, wouldn't you have liked to know? But fortunately, you don't." I grabbed my suitcase and was about to walk out of the room, when he grabbed me from behind. He held me tight in his arms like he didn't want to let me go. I'm so f*cking confused. A second ago, he told me that my p*ssy might be wide and now he's hugging me.

"Wait. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you. I just had a moment of weakness. Please don't go." He pleaded.

"I have to. I can't forgive you for cheating on me after you told me that you wouldn't. The fact that she said you were her boyfriend means that you've been doing this for a while. I love you for all that you have done for me and I think a part of me always will. I hope you find what you're looking for, because you didn't find it in me." He let me go and I left without looking back. Not even at the girl that was still inside the apartment, sitting on the sofa. I had to mend my heartbreak.