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Virgin Boy (+18) Short Story – Season 1 Episode 3

episode 3
The Billion dollar question, ‘Who the hell was that? ‘ I wanted to scream hit her hard across the face and yell like they do in one of those Taylor Swift music videos but I let it slide.
“Hey babe,” she blinked her eye.

“I’m here, ” I responded as I hid her phone in my pocket. I laid beside her and wrapped my hands around her body. She reclined upon me and slept off once more.

I couldn’t wave the thoughts running through my mind. Having seen that picture, I’ve felt this hole in my heart slowly eating me up like a tumor.

The next morning was awfully quiet as I sat down on the dining table eating and thinking about my next action.

“Hey babe, why are you awfully quiet this morning?”
I guess she didn’t read me well enough to know how I was feeling. She came closer and snapped her fingers before my face to bring me back to reality.

I stared at her, what do i say to her? I thought.
Who the hell is my number? Why did he send you a d–k pic?
Nah! I just smiled and kissed her forehead.
“Nothing’s wrong, I’m just really hungry this morning,” I responded, I lied as I took my leave from the dining table.

While she took her bathe, I went through her phone messages and found his address on her phone, I scribbled it down on my notepad. And quickly Slid her phone back into her bag.
It’s time I paid this son of a b—h a visit. What the hell does he have to do with my girlfriend.

“My girlfriend?” I nearly said out loud. It was cringeworthy to think about. Whatever!

I gazed at his apartment from across the street, it looked rather empty to me. Perhaps the window blinds. I shook my shoulder.

Phew! Second thoughts? I smiled and shook off the feeling, proceeding to the front door. Luckily, like all careless citizens, he left his key under the rug.

Boy, was I lucky! I opened the door and entered the house.
I wouldn’t call that breaking and entering, At least I used a key.
I saw various photos on the wall of the both of them. Looks to me like they’ve been together a while. But I don’t get why she came to me saying she was a virgin?

Anyways, I walked upstairs to the bed room and found nude pictures of her turned into wallpaper across the room. As if that wasn’t insulting enough I found a tripod with a camera directly opposite the bed.

I took it and played the most recent film.
“F–k!” I yelled.
They filmed their sex tape. I slammed the camera on the ground and stepped on it. I felt relieved a little.

I was so engrossed I didn’t know someone was behind me coming out of the bathroom.
“What the f–k?!” he shouted. I grabbed a lamp and hit him on the head. I ran out the room, walking down the stairs, I felt a hand pull me backwards.
It was him, we struggled, eventually I pushed him and he rolled down the stairs landing with his head as it bashed upon the ground, splashing blood everywhere.

You know how they say fear or flight? F–k! Fear and flight weren’t the only actions one took in danger. I froze. My feet stuck to the floorboards.

And then my phone rang! It was her! Shit!
And then there was a knock on the door!

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