I can't wait to show my love what I got her. She's going to be so excited!
I remember twisting my deadbolt key into the lock, stepping into the hall of my home. Moving the bags to one hand, I closed the door behind me, whistling out for one of my maids to come retrieve the shopping bags from the floor. I loved surprising my girl with gifts. Sliding out of my heels, the too pointy kind that leave your feet with blisters if you're in them for too long, and kicking them to the side and out of my way.
"Oh, Daddy. You make this silly little girl happy!"
I could hear giggling in the foyer. My girl giggling. I walk into the room we've had many date nights, sleep overs, and even romantic times in, I couldn't believe it.
"Dahlia, who the fuck is this?!" I watched as a scared green haired girl jumped off the lap of an unknown man, an unknown man in my home. She had a pacifier in one hand and a stuffed animal in the other. She was just staring at me, her eyes were huge, and she tossed the items in her hands on to the couch beside her.
The odd man that was occupying my couch stood up, raising his over hairy eyebrow at the same time.
"I'm Daddy. Who are you?" The guy said to me, crossing his arms over his chest. He was standing in between Dahlia and I, eyeing both of us now.
"No, no. She's not into this. Leave her out of it," it was Dahlia's turn to talk now.
"Dahlia, what the fuck is going on here?!" I couldn't hold my aggression back, I started trembling. "Answer me!"
"Mariana, this is Gerald. He's just a friend!"
"So, I'm just a friend?"
"Both of you, out," I said taking a step forward, closing in on them.
"But, Maria-"
"OUT!" I pick up their things, tossing them towards the entrance hall, shoving the guy further. Next I grab the girl by her arm, and yank her towards the exit.
I have no words. I come home to my girlfriend sitting on the lap of a man I don't know, in my own home.
"How long has then been going on?" I spin her around to look me in the face now.
"Mariana, please."
"How long?"
She's looking at her feet, initiation that I won't like the answer I'm about to receive. I can only brace myself for the worst.
"Eight months," were the words that came out of her month.
"Eight...months...?"
"Baby..."
There are tears in her eyes, but I don't even care. I feel the back of my hand launch out. When I feel Dahlia's skin on mine, I lose every ounce of control that I have, taking dangerously close steps to her.
"Eight fucking months? We've only been together a little over a year, and eight fucking MONTHS?!" I'm watching tears roll down her face, her hand covering the cheek I had just insulted.
"It's not what you think, Mariana. It's strictly platonic."
"Oh yeah, because sitting on someone's lap is fucking platonic."
I'm sizing her up, looking her over. I don't have patience, I want to hurt her again.
"Get out. Now."
"Where am I supposed to go?" Dahlia was picking up her things from the floor, her face disgusting with snot and tears.
"With Daddy, how about that."
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