Disclaimer: I only own the so far unnamed OC.
A/N: Something random that popped into my head. I hope you enjoy. Read & review!
Beth had finished everything she had intended on doing a lot earlier than she expected. She figured why not go and surprise her boyfriend. He lived in the area and he had just recently given her a key to his apartment. No time like the present to use it, she figured.
She excitedly pulled up in front of his building, shutting of the engine. In a few short minutes, she would be seeing him after what seemed like three long days. Phil had gone to Chicago a few days earlier. Something about going to a concert with long time friend and fellow wrestler, Colt Cabana. Beth had insisted on going, but he had adamantly suggested that she finish up her prior obligations for work then head down to his place. While, she found it weird, she had finally agreed.
Hoisting her bag on her shoulder, she slammed the trunk closed and started up the short walkway. With a smile, she held the door open and greeted the people walking past her. When they were gone, she headed inside and walked up the stairs that would bring her to Phil.
"You're almost there." Beth smiled to herself, putting the key in the lock.
She wasn't one to be giddy and bubbly all the time, but at this point in her life she really couldn't help it. She had come to really care about him. Well, love him actually. A feeling he was very much aware of.
Placing her things on the floor, she quietly closed the door behind her. She wanted to make as little noise as possible. Otherwise, if she made a lot of noise, there would be no point in surprising him.
The house was dead quiet. It wasn't that comfortable quiet that was soothing, that made her feel at peace. This was the kind of quiet that made her feel queasy. Like something wasn't right. The atmosphere wasn't comforting in the least bit. Shoving her uneasiness aside, she continued throughout the house.
"Its probably nothing." Beth muttered to herself. "He probably stepped out for a bit."
Feeling herself growing hungry, she decided to head into the kitchen to make something for herself. No better way to kill time than to make some food, she figured.
It was when her food was finished that she heard a noise come from upstairs. It sounded like someone had bumped into something. Panic was just about to seize her. That feeling quickly went away when she saw the dog run into the kitchen. His attention focused on the water bowl by the window.
"Stop being paranoid, Beth." The blonde diva calmed herself down. "Don't go crazy."
Just as she was about to go to start eating she heard another noise. This time it wasn't the dog causing some commotion. He was still too busy drinking water.
"What the fuck was that?" She cursed to herself.
It sounded like it was coming from upstairs, specifically his room. Furrowing her brow in confusion, she timidly walked up the steps. Her hear pounding in overtime. Something was terribly wrong.
As she approached his room, she could hear faint moaning. Some of the moans even sounded like Phil. No, that couldn't be right. He wasn't home. Or at least she thought he wasn't.
"Stop being afraid." She whispered to herself. This wasn't her usual behavior. "It doesn't take a genius to figure out what's going on."
Now angry with everything, she quietly opened the door. She didn't want to give anyone the satisfaction of covering up or trying to scamper away. Part of Beth wanted to know if it was even who she thought it was.
"Oh my god." Beth mouthed to no one in particular.
She now understood why she was feeling uneasy this entire time, why the house had been eerily quiet. It all made perfect sense to her. While angry at him and herself, Beth was heartbroken at the same time.
The image before her would be seared into her mind for months. Phil's tattooed hands were resting on the brunette's hips as she rode him slowly. From what she could see, he was moving his hips upwards, trying to get her to move faster.
His moans made Beth feel sick to her stomach. They made her want to cry and more importantly they made her want to cause physical harm to the slut on top of her boyfriend at the moment. Every imaginable emotion was running through her veins. From hurt to anger to regret. Beth had known about Phil's reputation. People had even gone as far as to give her a warning. But she refused to listen to them. Many times she had told people that he was different, that they would last. Judging by the scene unfolding before her Beth had been wrong about him-about them. It seemed that their entire relationship had been a lie.
Having enough she thrusted the door open. "What the hell is going on here?"
A/N: Yay or neigh?
