Met you at my lowest

I unlocked the door to me and my boyfriends home.

“BABY? I’M HOME” I yelled. No response. Weird... I walk to the kitchen and drop the groceries.

“B-baby?” I stammer. I walk in to see my own boyfriend, Mike, thrusting his dick into my best friend, Stephanie’s pussy.

“Mmmhhhphhhhhh. So good Daddy~“ Stephanie moaned out. She hung her head back as Mike thrusted in faster, while squeezing her breasts with his hands. As soon as they heard me, they looked at me, with lust in their eyes.

“I-it’s not what it looks l-like, B-buttercup.” Mike looked around.

“WELL, IT LOOKS LIKE YOUR CHEATING ON ME WITH MY BEST FRIEND ON OUR KITCHEN COUNTER” I yelled out. I ran upstairs, tears forming in my hazel brown eyes. I slammed the door to my room, and broke down.

I heard footsteps and knew it was Mike.

“Buttercup, open up...” He sighed out. “She made me have sex with her.”

“Shut up.” I said.

“W-what?” He started out.

“I said, SHUT UP.” I opened the door to find Stephanie sucking his dick. That little slut.

I immediately closed the door and jogged over to my closet. I opened it and climbed my way to get my suitcase. I packed all my essentials, including my phone, some clothes, toothbrush, toothpaste, etc. I zipped up the suitcase and kicked down the door. Mike wasn’t there and neither was Stephanie. I heard moaning in the guest bathroom, and started crying even more.

I ran downstairs and ran outside in the cold, cloudy night. It was raining, so I got wet easily. I ran and ran nowhere, not knowing where I was going. As I ran, I bumped into someone. I fell, and the person offered their hand. I declined and got up myself. How could this day get even worse. I looked up to see...