At the beach

Ronnie's point of view:

I didn't sleep for the rest of that night.

I lay there, pretending to be asleep when Meg sneaked back into our shared bed.

I could smell Derek's cum all over her, and it made my heart bleed.

As soon as I heard his motorbike start up and drive off, I knew that I couldn't stay in that bed any longer.

I kept up my sleeping pretense until dawn, not waiting for Meg to wake up.

I quietly gathered my things and left. The only thing on my mind was strangling Derek.

I walked all the way home, my mind consumed by anger and frustration. I couldn't believe he would do this to me.

When I arrived home, I wandered straight towards my room, not expecting to run into Derek.

But there he was, coming out of his room.

We locked eyes and I could smell his aftershave and body wash. It was so pleasant, and it made me hate him even more.

"Gosh, where did you come from? You weren't home last night. Where were you?" he asked, surprised to see me.

I brushed past him and walked to