February 13, 2018
Justin Swanson
“Hey, Justin,” my sister, Renee, looked at me, eating her fries, “you barely touched your burger.”
“Sorry, Renee,” I took a bite of my Double-Double, “I’m still little mad at Ryan.” I recently fired Ryan for mouthing off to my Muslim sister, who’s an HR representative at Amazon. I’m his Area Manager. He used a religious slur towards her during a case made against him. Renee’s my little sister; nobody mouths off to her, or about her. Especially when it regards to her religion.
“You can’t let that douchebag get to you, big brother,” Renee sipped on her coke, “besides, Ryan’s termination was inevitable.” Again, this is regarding Ryan’s recent case against him for using a racial slur against my assistant manager, Tyrone, who’s black.
“Yeah, you’re telling me. I can’t wait to see the look on Tyrone’s face when I tell him he no longer has to deal with that piece of shit.” I held my coke up, inviting my sister to make a toast for Ryan’s exit; she accepted the invitation.
“So, what’s going on with Brooke?” Renee asked. Renee is not real into Brooke, my girlfriend of two years.
“Not sure,” I took another bite of my burger, “our sex sessions have not been the same for the past six months. It seems like she forces it to keep me happy. I feel like I always have to make the move. It seems like I can no longer please her. It gets tiresome.”
“Yeah, well, she’s a real bitch, Justin,” Renee stated, “I don’t know what you see in her.”
“I’m starting to ask that question too, Renee. I mean, we could not be torn apart for the first year; however, as time went on, it seems like our relationship’s falling apart.”
“Don’t beat yourself up too much, big brother,” Renee smiled at me, “you’re a good guy. She’ll see it eventually.”
“Thanks, Renee,” I smiled back, “Have you heard from Jay?”
“Hell no!” Renee quietly yelled. “Fuck that loser!” Renee had finally left Jay after two years of abuse, which included starvation.
We finished our meals, talking of work and other BS. Afterwards, we got back in her 2009 Corolla. As we drove home, I saw didn’t see Brooke’s car, but rather another car – a 2007 F-150.
“Hey, thanks for dinner, Renee,” I got out of my little sister’s car, “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“See you then,” Renee drove off.
As I walk up the stairs of my apartment, I hear some moaning that I swore came from Brooke. Is my girlfriend masturbating again? Or is she cheating on me? To confirm or disprove my suspicions, I opened the door before walking into our room. To my surprise, I did indeed see my girlfriend and some other dude hiding underneath the covers. I pull out the covers to reveal my girlfriend screwing my best friend, Josh.
“Hi, sweetheart!” I give a deadly stare at Brooke and Josh.
“Justin, what the hell are you doing here?” Brooke looked up at me. “Yeah, don’t you have a date with the terrorist?” Josh was referring to my sister.
“Don’t ever refer my sister as that term,” I grabbed Josh’s arm, “you bastard!”
“Well, that’s how all Muslims are, Justin!” Josh laughed. Damn, what an asshole. Best friend of twelve years down the drain. I punched him before looking at my cheating girlfriend.
“I thought you’d be cheating on me, Brooke,” I looked at my cheating girlfriend, “but never in my wildest dreams would I think you'd be sleeping with my best friend.”
“Yeah, well, he takes care of me,” Brooke looked at me before getting dressed.
“Do me a favor, Brooke!” I stared at her. “Do not bother coming back! We’re done!”
“Fine! I got Josh!” Brooke looked at Josh, signaling him to get dressed too.
“And you!” I point at Josh, “don’t bother associating with me again. We’re ex friends!” I then point at my now ex-girlfriend, “We’re through! Don’t bother calling me anymore!”
“Fine!” Brooke walked out of my room, “Josh is better in bed anyway.” Her and Josh walk out of my condo.
Infuriated, I grab anything of Brooke’s possessions I could find, packing them into garbage bags before throwing them out of a two story window, watching them fall into the trunk of Josh’s truck. After three trips, I flip the bird towards the car before slamming the door of my window.
Damn! I lost a douchebag of an employee, my girlfriend and best friend all in a span of twelve hours. Damn, I need a cigarette. I go outside to smoke a few cigarettes before realizing that’s not enough.
I go to my cabinet to retrieve a bottle of Jack Daniels Tennessee Whiskey, taking it alongside my shot glass to my bed. Taking shot-after-shot, I finally pass out on the bed. Now a single man, I can finally relax as I don’t have to worry about being Brooke’s sloppy seconds. Too bad for Josh though, that bitch will get tired of him eventually and leave him. I can’t wait for karma to bite that loser in the dick.
