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A Night I Will Never Forget
Back in January, my best friend’s parents were out of town, and I was staying the night at her house. It was supposed to be a fun, carefree weekend just the two of us hanging out like we always did. But something had been on my mind leading up to that night her brother.
I had the biggest crush on him. He was good-looking, charming, and had this way of making me smile even when he wasn’t trying. I’d been hoping that maybe, just maybe, something might happen between us while I was there. Nothing serious, but enough to act on the feelings I’d been keeping to myself.
That night, after my best friend went to her room, I couldn’t stop thinking about him. I lay there in the guest bedroom, staring at the ceiling, wondering if he might feel the same way. The idea of sneaking to his room crossed my mind, just to talk, or at least that’s what I told myself.
Finally, I worked up the courage. Quietly, I slipped out of bed and tiptoed down the hall. His door was slightly ajar, and as I got closer, I could hear something that stopped me in my tracks. Moaning.
At first, I froze, not entirely sure what I was hearing. Then, I recognized the voices. My best friend’s voice. His voice.
My heart dropped.
It took a second for the realization to hit me: they were together. Her and her brother. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.
Disgust and shock washed over me all at once. My stomach churned, and I felt like I might be sick. I had been so wrapped up in my feelings for him that the idea of something like this had never even crossed my mind.
I backed away from the door, trying to process what I’d just heard. My best friend, someone I trusted, someone I thought I knew was doing something that felt so wrong, so unimaginable. And the fact that it was happening while I was there made it even worse.
In that moment, I wasn’t just hurt. I was angry. Angry at him for leading me to believe there might have been a chance between us. Angry at her for knowing how I felt about him and doing this anyway. But mostly, I felt betrayed.
The rest of the night was a blur. I went back to the guest room, shut the door, and sat there in silence, trying to make sense of everything. Every time I…
