Chapter 18: Best friends and Boyfriends.

KIKI.

I felt the air get clogged in my chest as I continuously heard those sounds. Those sounds were driving me crazy every second I stood there. I prepared myself for it, walking limply to the bedroom to find out who he was at it with. At least, I deserved to know that.

I was just going to teach them both a lesson. I was going to deal with them both. Slowly, I pushed the door open and stepped in. Two naked bodies stared at me. They were rolled up into each other, vigorously pounding each other. They weren't even aware that I was around. They had not noticed it.

So, I grabbed the empty glass on the floor and shattered it. Now, that caught their attention. That caught their attention since they both jumped in fright.

Nothing. Absolutely nothing prepared me for what I saw next.

The girl's head popped up to see who it was that had dared to intrude on them. But when she faced me, when I locked my gaze with her, I felt my body go limp.

For some seconds, I did nothing but stare. I did nothing but stare at the familiar faces looking at me from over the bed tangled with my man. My mouth was opened, agape. Slowly, I slid down the floor in shock with shaky hands.

This was my best Friend tangled in bed with my man. My boyfriend.

“Cl-Claire?” I called, my voice hoaxed and shaky.

“Oh, please.” She rolled her eyes as she grabbed the white sheet to cover her body. Julian already has his boxers on. They were both staring at me waiting to see what I would do.

I imagined myself getting up from my position to beat them up. I imagined myself beating them up, having them at my mercy with blood oozing from their mouths for daring to break and betray my heart like this.

But I couldn't move.

I couldn't do a thing.

The next I did was totally beyond my control. I started to cry. I started to shed heavy tears just watching them there staring at me, their naked bodies mocking me. I started to cry at their betrayal.

That they could do this to me. That they did this to me. It was beyond me.

“Can you stop being dramatic?” Claire began irritated with my tears.

“We are just having fun. It's not a big deal, Kiki.” She shrugged, killing me on the inside. Shattering my already broken heart. I felt the tears run down in torrents. This was my best friend. The girl I had fought for. The girl I had shared all my secrets with. The girl I had dined with for the past few years.

The same girl I had fought for today. She was here, in bed with my man. Was he even my man? Could my man do this to me?

All those years, I had endured many things just to satisfy him. All the years I've had to bend my will for him. All the times I call him when he doesn't even bother to reach out to me.

This was what he had been doing. This was who he had been seeing. And I would be worried sick about him.

“How long have you been at it?" I asked them starting to shake. “How long has this been going on?” I questioned them.

“Uhm, let's see," Claire responded pretending to think. “Yes,” She snapped her fingers. “About two years now. Or is it three?" She shrugged smirking.

My heart constricted in my chest and I felt my body go limp. They've been at for that long. And I never noticed. I never for once doubted this man. I never for once thought that this would happen.

It killed me multiple times on the inside.

So, those times we work together, talk together, they've been mocking me. They have been making me look like a fool. Yes, I was a fool not to have noticed their little game. I was a big-time fool.

“Kiki see,” Julian began and I swerved my gaze at him. “We don't work anymore. There's no connection. Nothing at all. I didn't even like you in the first place. Maybe I did at some points but not anymore. So you can stop all those craps about having vaginismus, okay?” He told me.

I could hardly believe it. I couldn't believe he was the one speaking. I couldn't believe that he was talking to me this way. That his voice sounded this strange. That he could hurt me this way.

I just couldn't believe it.

Is this about sex? I questioned myself. Is this about him wanting sex and refusing him? Is that was this is about?

Was I wrong to have refused him even when I wasn't feeling like it? When I was scared of it?

‘No, you are not at fault. It's their loss for doing this to you. It's their loss, big time for thinking they can cheat you. It's their loss.' My subconscious whispered to me.

“You are beautiful! You are smart. You are the author of your life. You are confident and you are you." I began to chant my mantra beneath my breath. I wasn't going to give them the satisfaction of seeing me this way any longer.

“I can't believe she's chanting her mantra.” She whispered to him, chuckling.

“It's so odd. I just wish she'd leave now." He replied..

And as I sat there staring at them both, talking animatedly between each other, scorning me to my face, mocking me as they talked, I got furious. The level of disrespect!

Furious, I got off the floor and dusted my skirt.

“Great, you are ready to leave. I'm starting to get horny anyway since you killed the fun.” She muttered, smiling at me. I didn't know how that sounded but it got to me. It got to me badly.

“Vaginismus shit.” She mumbled beneath her breath but I heard it. It only made me furious the more. I charged toward her angrily, with my hands raised to hit her across the face but Julian stopped me before I could do it. He whistled loudly.

Before I knew what was happening, the securities were storming in and pulling me out of the house, my voice ringing in the air.