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A girl finds out her boyfriend cheated on her.

Submitted: June 21, 2018

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Submitted: June 21, 2018



-I’ve told you I’m sorry like a thousand times! Yeah, sure you are.
-You were doing it for a year, Paul. A whole fucking year! And the one to tell me is your mom, of all people. Your mom! You know what, it’s over. You’re nothing to me. Go get that fucking whore who's apparently soooo much better than me. Bye.

I took my jacket from the drawer in the hallway and went out. Fuck no am I going in there again. He can keep the perfume, as a memory. So that he can have something to remind him of me when that other girl breaks up with him and he comes crawling back to me.
-Dad, can you come pick me up at Pauls? We just broke up, I told him over the phone.
-Did something happen? You seemed so happy together last I saw you, he answered.
-I’ll tell you in the car. Are you coming?
-Yeah, I’m there in about fifteen minutes.

It’s not that long, I guess. Maybe 4 or 5 songs. I found my earplugs, plugged them in and pushed shuffle all. «It’s raining men, hallelujah it’s raining men». Fuck no. No, Bruno Mars, I don’t want to listen to «Just the way you are» right now. «At first I was afraid, I was petrified». Perfect. I sat myself down on the stairs outside his apartment building while I waited for my dad to come.

Fifteen minutes later I saw his car slow down, before stopping right in front of me. When I opened the door he looked at me with a worried, sad face.
-What happened? He asked.
-So it turns out that after we had celebrated our one month anniversary he’d met a girl, and they’ve been hanging out for quite a while. More than a year, actually. And he didn’t tell me shit.
-No…, he said, seeming genuinely surprised. But after all, so did I when I first heard it. But what made him tell it now, all of a sudden?
-He didn’t. Oh, and by the way, you should maybe start driving.
-Yeah, of course, he said, putting the car into the first gear. But if he didn’t say it, who did?
-That’s the worst part, I said. His mother called me this morning saying she’d said him and some other girl, and I quote, «having a good time in the bed, if you know what I mean». Can you believe it?
-But Paul, of all people? Classic dad. Switching topics as soon as he gets uncomfortable.
-Yeah, I didn’t believe it at first either. I started believing it when I saw a girl run out of the door and turn as soon as she saw me. After saying this it seemed my dad had run out of things to say, and to drown out the awkward silence he turned on the radio.

-It's a good thing it’s weekend, he said while driving down into the garage.
-Yeah, right, so that the whole school get’s to know it. Just marvelous, I said with sarcasm in my voice.
-That’s not what I meant, he said.
-Yeah, I know. It’s true though, I said dejected.
He sighed sadly.
-Yeah, I guess that’s just how it is these days. How long are you planning on sleeping when we get home? He asked.
-Huh? What do you mean?
-I just have to know if I’m going to have to make a late dinner, or just save something for when you get up.
-Yeah, of course, I answered. Just save something, so that I can have a tasty breakfast tomorrow.
I went up to my room, threw myself onto the bed and stared up into the roof. What a fucked up day.

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