Kathleen's pov.
"The cab just dropped me off, I'm climbing up to his apartment.."
"I'm happy you've arrived. Make sure you eat and take your pills. I put some in your handbag, hm?." My best friend Noelle said and I sighed.
"You're such a sweetheart, Noelle." I said, smiling. When I looked up at the front door, I said, "Okay, I have got to go. Take care of yourself." I ended the call and knocked lightly on the door.
I was surprised to see his door creaking open. How could he make such a mistake, huh? I grabbed the doorknob and pushed my bag in.
I was met with a bra hanging on the cushion, a woman's bag on the couch, and a man's tie at the edge of his stairs.
Okay, what's going on? I remembered yesterday that we spoke, and he didn't mention his sister coming back from London.
As I walked up the stairs, I could hear a loud moaning from his room. I followed the trail of littered clothes on the stairs to Noah's room.
I slowly opened the room and what hit me next made my mouth hang. Noah was banging a lady against the headboard in his bedroom, not just a lady but his fucking sister. I was still trying to get out of my shocked state when he turned,
"Jesus, Kat." He shouted and quickly grabbed a pillow to cover his nudity.
Tears were rolling down my eyes. Oh, I didn't want to cry in front of them. I sniffed and glared at both of them.
He started, "I…can explain…" I waved my hand in the air to keep him shut. "There's nothing to explain." I looked at his sister and then back at him, "Enjoy yourself."
Running down the stairs and carrying my luggage out of the house, I could hear him yelling my name from behind.
Luckily enough, a cab man pulled in front of me, I pushed my luggage in and climbed into the backseat. I turned to see Noah running out with a boxer on.
"Get me out of here!" I yelled at the cab man, who quickly drove off.
My tears were rushing non-stop throughout the drive. My thoughts rushing in and out, I clung to my heart as my mind kept replaying her moans, the way he banged her in his fucking room. He betrayed me, he lied to me and I fell for it. I hate him for his lies, I hate him for all he did to me. I hate him for all the pain he caused me.
"Ma'am, ahem..." The driver cleared his throat, breaking into my thoughts, "You didn't tell me where to drop you." The cab man was peeking at me from the rearview mirror.
"Bengaluru Airport.."
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Once on the plane, I couldn't seem to calm myself as much as I tried. A sixteen-hour flight to Seattle was the last thing I wanted to do on a bad day like this. I needed somewhere to cool my head or get a drink to relieve me of the nightmare.
Who would believe I had taken a surprise visit to see my boyfriend in India? That I gave up my time and energy to travel such a long distance to see my nightmare?
Having met with a more surprising package than I could ever imagine. He told me he was his sister. Have they been fucking all along? They should both go to hell. They are really disgusting.