In an abandoned building under demolition, there lies a man in his mid twenties in a pool of his own blood. He was staring at the ceiling with indignation as his life was constantly slipping away.

Why? WHY?? What did I do to deserve this? ”

To understand what has happened you need to go back an hour or so.


It had gotten dark a few hours ago and walking down a dimly lit street was a man in dark jeans, a white shirt and so white sneakers.

He had just been out to a friends house and was returning to his house where he live with his highschool girlfriend, who was also was his childhood sweetheart. As you can probably imagine they were in a pretty good relationship.

He had a good life so far, good parents who raised him with love and care, though they passed not long ago due to disease. He has a small friends group, but they
e all loyal so no complaints. And was living with a woman he love dearly, while bringing in a stable income.

It was a bit late at this moment because he spent to much time at his friends house, though he did make sure to inform his girlfriend about him being late to come home so he wasn concerned that she would be worried about him.

Right now he wasn too far from home as he had just gotten of a bus which stops not that far away.

After a 5 minute walk with a nice summers night breeze, he was right outside his house door.

Unlocking the door and going inside he called out to his girlfriend.

”Babe, Im home. ”

Usually he would have gotten a reply welcoming his home, but today was different and he was instead greeted with an odd silence.

After closing the door he turned around and noticed an extra pair of shoes. Now, he doesn assume the worst as he loves his girlfriend and believes she loves him the same, so he simply thinks that a friend had come over and makes his way towards the living room.

It took only a few step to get there, but found no one and was confused.

In the his confused silence he had then heard sounds coming from the bedroom and then started to feel dread sneak its way into his heart. But, he still had to confirm what he was hearing.

He unsteadily, but quietly, made his way to the bedroom and as he did, the noise got louder and clearer. He could clearly make out the moans of his girlfriend and the grunts of the unknown man.

The closer he got and the more he heard, the more he was filled with dread, but that swiftly turned into rage. Rage so strong that he felt like he was burning and he needed to vent it, he wanted to vent.

Giving into his anger he broke into the room, but what he saw made him even angrier.

There she was, his girlfriend whome he loved, getting **ed like some bitch in heat, by some tanned, tattooed, asshole with a chode of a dick.

Neither of them even noticed the intruder on their adultery and continued **ing like animals.


Having just heard his girlfriend beg to be **ed harder like some slut, he fully succumbed to his anger and launched at the man. He threw him off of her and started punching him as hard as he could.

Now that she wasn be ** like the whore she was, she finally noticed that her supposed to be boyfriend had returned and saw everything.

Seeing that her lover was being beaten up the whore screamed and tried to get her boyfriend off him.


Having failed she starts to look around for something and see a lamp. She picked up the lamp and smashed it over her boyfriends head.

After he was just hit over the head, he stumble and fell to the side. Bringing his hand to his head and feeling where he was hit, he winced in pain while bringing his hand in front to his face and saw blood.

He looked up to see his own girlfriend help the guy he was beating up, while he had been hit and was bleeding, having trouble seeing straight.

This caused him to be even more angry and once again launch at them. But this time, due to his head injury, he couldn see pr

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