After another
disappointing day at work,
I headed straight home.
The apartment lobby
was unusually empty:
no children,
no dog owners,
no janitor.
When I arrived on my floor,
my landlord Kendall called out.
"Evan, bro, wait up."
Whats up?
"Some girl came by today.
She asked for a key to your apartment
and of course I was going to tell her
I couldn't do that, but she mentioned
that she was your girlfriend and
it was urgent."
Girlfriend?
Quickly, I gave
Kendall my goodbyes
and excused myself.
Did she come back?
When I entered the flat
I was in complete dismay
as to what I just walked into.
"Finally, you're here."
On my bed,
Tatianna laid without shame
in her birthday suit.
What the hell?
Get out of here.
"C'mon?
Don't you want to play."
In complete disgust,
I grabbed her piece of clothing
that laid across the bedroom floor.
You have five minutes
to change or
I'll call the police.
Unbelievable.
I might be vulnerable,
but not vulnerable enough
to demolish all my love for
Lydia.
Tatianna finally
got dressed and
walked towards the door.
"You know Evan,
Lydia hates you for
not telling her about
your sloppy seconds with
the half sister.
Now that she's out of the picture,
call me sometime.
Adios, loverboy."
My entire mind went blank.
As much as it killed me
to hurt her,
much more damage transpired
knowing the devil knows about it.
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Aesthetic
Short StoryEvan is not sure if its the art or her that takes his breath away. Highest Rank: #135 in Poetry; #604 in Short Story
