Brandon
Every time I call her phone it goes straight to voice mail. After four hours of trying to get ahold of Carlie, I begin to worry and head home. I pull into the apartment complex and notice a strange car in my spot. Sitting in the truck for a bit longer it hits me, that's Josh’s fucking car. Why is his car at my place when I'm not there?
I reach to turn the knob and it's locked. I dig my keys from my pocket. Carefully placing the keys in the lock and turning, I hear a faint sounds coming from inside. I close the door behind me and hear groaning from my bedroom. Creeping down the hallway, the sounds become louder and I realize that these aren't sounds of pain, but pleasure.
Standing in front of the bedroom door for what feels like an eternity, I clench my fists so tight my fingernails are digging into my palms. Slowly turning the doorknob, I hesitantly fling open the door and there they are, entangled.
"Fuck!" Josh says when he sees me. He jumps up and practically throws Carlie off of him. She turns her head and rolls her eyes at me.
"Really Josh?" I ask waiting for some sort of explanation.
His face goes pale. "Man, I can explain," he says.
"What is there to explain?" I ask, "I come home to my apartment and find my so called best friend screwing my girl. In. My. Bed!" I reply.
"It's not what you think,” he says covering himself with a pillow.
"It's not what I think? What the hell? Oh wait, let me guess, it's all completely accidental. She thought you were me and you thought she was Michelle?"
Josh stands there just staring at me. Carlie rolls her eyes again and gets out of the bed. She walks around the picking up anything she can and throws it at me. "This is your fuckin' fault!" she screams.
"Oh, so this is my fault?" I ask dodging the shoe she throws at me.
"Oh shut the hell up, Brandon," Carlie says, "If you were ever around I wouldn't need someone on the side."
My blood pressure is rising and anger is surging through me. Josh looks like a gust of wind would knock him over and Carlie is muttering under her breath. I take a step towards them and her other shoe whizzes by my head. At this point every ounce of self-control I have is being pushed to the limits.
"What are you going to do? Kick my ass? Kick his ass?" Carlie asks in a taunting tone.
I take a step back and put my hands up. "Screw this. Carlie, pack your shit and get the hell out of here. I'm going for a drive and I want both of you gone when I get back," I say, turning to leave.
After driving around for a couple hours I've come to the conclusion that love sucks, plain and simple; it is a useless emotion that only causes heartache. I have resolved to never let anyone else in. Denial is vicious; it will play games with your heart and make you think everyone is a liar, except for her. She'd never do that, or so I thought. Plain and simple, love is useless.
Walking back into my apartment, just after dark, I notice the place is trashed. I sigh and curse under my breath. Just as I begin to clean up broken glass, my phone starts vibrating in my pocket. I ignore it as everything begins to crash down on me. The worst part is I knew something was wrong. With all the late nights and flirty texts that I had seen, how could I have been so blind to what was unfolding in front of me? I sling an already cracked glass that shatters when it hits the wall. The incessant vibration coming from my pocket drives me to the verge of insanity so I answer it.
"What!" I hiss into the phone.
"Brandon? Are you alright?" Dr. Iverson asks.
I draw in a deep breath and close my eyes before responding, "Yes, I'm fine. Sorry Doc, I've had a rough day."
"I hate to be abrupt, hearing the distress in your voice, but we really need you. It seems the full moon is reigning supreme tonight and we’re overwhelmed."
"What?" I ask.
"In other words, we are busy and understaffed," he says again, and I can hear the weariness in his voice.
"Let me get cleaned up and I'll be right there," I reply.
"Thank you," he says, “You can have tomorrow off."
"Yes sir. I'll be there within the hour."
"Thanks again, bye," he says and the line goes quiet. I hit end and lay my phone down on the kitchen counter before going to wash up some.