When I reached the top of the stairs, I could see that the door at the end of the hall as closed. My bedroom door. The door that Steve always insisted we have open. I never understood that, but he insisted he couldn’t sleep with it closed. There was only one time when he wanted it to be closed and that’s when we were having sex.

There I was, slowly creeping down the hallway, staring at the closed door with a million thoughts going through my head. I’m sure they were having a blast inside, completely oblivious to the fact that I was standing right outside, ready to watch their little fun come crashing down.

Although they didn’t know I was there, I had a clear picture in my head of what was going on in the room. I was torn between whether I should slowly push open the bedroom door or slam through it and make my own grand entrance. After a bit of thought, I decided to go with option number two.

I took a deep breath, steadied myself, and tried to get prepared for an image I never wanted to see. An image that I was sure was going to be etched inside my mind forever. An image that I was sure I’d see in my nightmares for the rest of my life. Once I was mentally prepared, I turned the knob and slammed the door open as hard as I could.

There they were, right in the middle of the bed where I laid my head to sleep at night. Some skinny bitch with the tiniest bee sting tits I’ve ever seen was straddling my Steve, her hips moving back and forth as she rode him.

Even though I’d slammed the door open, neither of them realized I was there. They were so caught up in what they were doing, that they were both oblivious. Since I’d gotten sidetracked, I’d also never been able to turn off the music downstairs, so that surely drowned out the door.

Steve had his eyes closed or he would have had a clear view of the look I was giving him. If looks could kill, he would have been a dead man. As a matter of fact, they both would have been goners.

I wasn’t sure what I should do. A large part of me wanted to turn, walk out of the room, and close the door behind me as quietly as I could. I knew that if I did that, I would have eventually regretted my decision. This was something that couldn’t wait. It needed to be addressed right then and there.

Standing at the door, I kept thinking about how pathetic Steve looked lying there. His mouth was hanging wide open, completing his stupid sex face. I never realized just how stupid he looked having sex. I guess that’s the difference between being a participant in the heat of the moment and a spectator watching every detail unfold in front of your eyes.

The girl on top of him was very vocal. She was saying all the right things that Steve liked to hear, which let me know that this wasn’t the first time the two of them had been together.

“Fuck yes, Steve! Fuck me baby! Go on, do me! Give it to me! Harder!” she screamed as he started thrusting his hips upward into her.

Hearing her scream all of his favorite things was too much for me to handle. I’d had enough! I stormed over to my side of the bed. The girl noticed me right before I got my hands on her, getting her off the top of my man with one solid push.

I pushed her so hard that she actually missed the mattress and landed with a hard thud on the floor. The only things I could see were her arms and legs flailing about. The visual made me smile.

“Oh fuck,” was all Steve could come up with once his cock flopped out of her pussy and he opened his eyes to see what the hell was going on.

“Oh fuck? That’s all you have to say to me?” I replied, but he just looked down at the mattress, completely speechless. It was probably better for him at the moment anyway. It wasn’t like he was going to be able to explain away what had happened.

As I was glaring at him, trying to will him to at least look at me, the skinny bitch darted past me and into the hallway. Since her clothes were down in the living room, her only hope of getting them and not being thrown out on her naked ass was to run past me.

I had a split second to decide what I wanted to do. I could either stand there and lay into Steve or I could chase the cunt down the stairs and throw her out the way she deserved. I decided that kicking her out was the right thing to do, so I ran behind her and chased her down the stairs.

The bitch was fast. By the time I made it down the stairs, she was flying past me again. She managed to grab her dress, leaving everything else behind. I think she knew that if she even took the time to get the rest of her things, she was going to be in for a world of hurt.

“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” I yelled at her. “You’re okay with being a home wrecker, but you want to run when confronted? What kind of bitch shit is that?”

I had no idea whether or not she could even hear me with that horrible music still pumping through the house. If I thought I hated hip hop before, I suddenly had a vile disdain for it.

Finally in front of her, I felt like I had her covered. This bitch was mine! I lunged at her, but she spun on her heels and escaped my grasp. She made it to the front door, completely naked and her dress in her hand, and took off like a mad woman, running through my front yard and down the street, which I was assuming was where her car was parked.

There was an old man walking his dog in our otherwise quiet neighborhood. He stopped and watched as this completely nude woman ran past him with a look of panic on his face. When he looked up at me, I just waved. He smiled and shook his head. At least she was able to make someone happy that day.

Now that the woman was out of my house, I decided I was going to let her go. It wasn’t worth it to chase her. In the grand scheme of things, it really wasn’t her fault. It was the bastard’s upstairs in the bedroom.

Who knows what Steve told that girl. She may have thought that he was a bachelor. She may have thought that the two of them were beginning some sort of real relationship. Who knows what line of bullshit he may have fed to her. The only thing I knew for sure was that it was time to confront him.

When I got back upstairs, Steve was pulling his pants. I wanted to lay into him, but the nonchalant way he was acting pissed me off.

“You know,” he started to speak.

“Don’t. I came up here to confront you, but I don’t even want to hear a fucking word that you have to say,” I interrupted, cutting him off before he could say another word.

What I said was true. I legitimately didn’t want to hear anything that was about to come out of his mouth. I could tell what he was going to say just by looking at his body language.

He was either going to say that she meant nothing to him or that it wasn’t what it looked like. I couldn’t handle him telling me that it wasn’t what it looked like. What the hell else could it have possibly fucking been?

“You know what?” I said. “I can’t do this right now. I’m fucking leaving!”

“What? Where are you going? We need to talk about this?”

“How about you call your little slut and talk to her. Or is she only good when you need to get your dick hard?”

“Sara, wait a minute,” he pleaded.

I grabbed some clothes and threw them in my gym bag, ignoring his continuous protests. I had no idea where I was going to go, but I wasn’t going to sleep in that house. I didn’t want to be anywhere near him. Anywhere would do. I just needed to get away and fast. I took off out the front door, threw my bag into my car and drove off.