Chapter 2: Cheated

Chapter two: Cheated

Camilla

I left the cafe in my small old version of a car and found myself in my parking lobby after a few minutes of driving. I grabbed my coffee and stepped out of the car, walking up to the front porch and when I opened the door, I was left shattered. The scene unfolding before me was unimaginable.

"What the hell, Robin?" I yelled, slamming the front door behind me and dropping my bag on the floor.

I had accepted the fact that today was simply a bad day and that I needed to sleep it off. However, the last thing I expected was to come home to find my boyfriend of three years having sex with whom I would picture to be a human version of Barbie.

That is just the problem of men, the majority of them only know how to think with their cóck. I would rather have him just break up with me instead of putting me in a position where I had to see this.

"Babe?" He startled, throwing the bitch off his lap.

"What are you doing home so early?"

I just stood there silently in disbelief as he scrambled to find his pants and the girl slipped on his shirt. I could feel the anger building up inside me and in that moment, I wondered how hard it would be to get away with murder.

"Camilla?" I subconsciously heard someone's voice.

I mean getting away with murder can't be that hard, can it?

"Camilla?" I heard that voice again, snapping out of my unrealistic wistful thought and raising my head to meet him.

"Some asshole turned off my alarm this morning and caused me to miss my meeting." I said, accusingly.

"You want to tell me why I walked into my own house to find you fúcking another woman?"

"Listen sweetie, you can't blame him for finding someone to fulfill the needs that you can't meet." The girl said with a smirk on her face.

Gosh, her voice is whiny, high pitched and just as fake as her boobs. Directing my attention to her, I caught her looking me up and down with a disgusted look.

"At least I don't rely on fucking with already taken people to feel good about myself." Her smirk was replaced with a glare.

It was true that my sex life with Robin was pretty non-existent but it is not my fault that he doesn't know how to make a woman cum. At this point, I can't tell whether there is something wrong with me or if it is just the fact that the guy had no techniques. I am guessing it is the last one, Robin doesn't know how to make me cum and I don't know why I felt he can't handle me alone when it comes to sex. But I don't get why the hell this girl over here thinks she has accomplished something by having sex with him.

Though I am hurt and angry, if she wants Robin, she can have him. I refused to waste any more of my time fighting for someone who doesn't want me.

"Babe, please don't be mad. I can fix this." He pleaded, clearing sensing the wave of anger radiating from me right now.

I felt weird, in the past conflict, I would practically just shut down but in this moment, I knew I was done submitting to him and all of his bullshit. At this point, my body was filled with bottled up emotions and its containment was about to explode, leaving me pissed off and fed up.

"Don't call me that! You lost the right the second I walked through this door and saw another woman on your lap!"

"Camilla, come on. Don't be like that."

"Be like what exactly? Pissed off that my boyfriend of three years cheated on me? It is okay if you lost interest in me but you should have just ended things."

"Babe come on, you don't have to be…."

"How long have you been seeing her?" I cut him off, not interested in hearing whatever he has to say anymore.

"This is the first time." He responded with a desperation in his voice but the girl said otherwise.

"One year now, you can't meet up with his sexual needs so he came to me." The girl said.

I slightly tilt my head back in an attempt to prevent my tears from rolling down. It didn't take me long to do the calculation in my head. My father went missing one year ago, I guess my baggage ended up driving him away after all.

But have they known each other before I moved in with him? This so fucked up. I took a deep breath, forcing my tears back, he doesn't deserve them anymore.

"Camilla please, you don't have to be so dramatic. I love you and you know it." Before I could respond, the girl spoke.

"As much as this is entertaining, I have somewhere else to be. I am out."

Avoiding my gaze, she walked into my bedroom before returning with her bra, panties and a pair of heels in her hands. I am starting to feel nauseous at this moment, he fúcked her in the same bed we had made love countless times? She looked at Robin and winked at him before walking shamelessly out of the house.

We were left in an awkward silence, neither of us knew what to say next. But I was eagerly ready to break the silence.

"We are done." I said, moving from the spot I was since I came in.

"What? No!" He cried out but I chose to ignore his hysterics.

Walking towards what used to be our bedroom, he followed me behind. Seeing the bed I had neatly made this morning, the sheets are now in a heap on the floor. I pushed down my emotions and opened the closet, managing to drown out the sobs coming from the man behind me.

This guy really lost it. Firstly, he cheated on me and now he thinks he has the right to cry over me when I said we were done. The worst part of this scenario is that if I didn't come home early today, this would have continued behind my back for goodness knows how much longer.

Ignoring his continuous yet meaningless pleas, I grabbed my suitcase from the top rack of the closet and started packing my clothes, not caring if I am making a mess, he can clean that up later. I know that I will need to come back soon to grab the rest of my things but this should be enough to stay away from him for the next few weeks.

"Where are you going?" He asked, finally slowing his pathetic cries.

"It is not like you have any family members here."

"Yes, and who's fault is that by the way?" I snapped back.

When I first met Robin, I was halfway through my Management and Planning in the university while he was working for a Navy department in town. We bumped into each other at a bar and one thing led to the other which ended with me waking up in his bed the next day naked. The sex was mediocre but he made me smile like no one else ever had and at that time, it was enough for me.

Ignoring him, I went into the bathroom to grab my toiletries. I zipped up my bag and headed for the front door.

"Where are you going?" I ignored him, the sooner I leave, the better for both of us.

"Camila? Are you listening to me?" I didn't respond.

"I said, where are you going?" Still kept quiet.

"Hello? Stop!" He suddenly demanded, anger lacing now in his voice.

"You can't leave after everything I have done for you, you have nothing without me. You have no family, no friends, you are absolutely nothing without me." His tears are now completely gone and was now replaced with rage.

Gosh, how did I let myself become so blind that I only just realized how manipulative he is. I seriously needed to get out of here very fast. Still walking towards the front door, he appeared in front of me, blocking my way.

"Get the hell out of my way, Robin!" I yelled, attempting to maneuver myself around him but luck wasn't on my side.

I tried again but he grabbed me and shoved me so that my back was against the front door, using his heavy mass to keep me pinned.

"You are overreacting over nothing." He said slowly as if he thinks his soft tone will somehow calm me down.

"She means nothing to me. You are the one I want. I love you."

I stopped trying to free myself from his grip at his words. That was another thing about him, things were great with him until they weren't.

At first, he was so sweet and would always find a way to make me smile even when I didn't think it was possible. He was the first guy I was even serious with but he also knows how to make me feel worthless and was the one who taught me just how painful words can be.

I am so fucking sick and tired of getting hurt all the time.