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My Boyfriend Cheats On Me

My boyfriend cheats on me, and I have a moment of weakness with someone I shouldn’t

When I was sixteen, I met my boyfriend, David. We were in the same year at school — he was captain of the football team. I was captain of the swim team and also played tennis for the school — but we didn’t really know each other.

That changed when my best friend, Lisa, dragged me to a party. David’s team had just won the league, and they were celebrating. My tight figure seemed to catch his eye and, within a couple of weeks, we were dating. We became close very quickly and he was great, always there for me and very loving.

After a couple of months, I decided he should meet my family — and he did well. My parents seemed to like him, but there was a bit of tension from my twin brother, Charlie. I think that was just him trying to look after me, but I sensed David was wary of Charlie, though he’d never admit it. Charlie was captain of the rugby team, and everyone knew that he kept bullies in line.

After we finished school, I was disappointed that David wanted to go to a different college. I knew that would make it difficult for us to see each other, but he said we could talk on the phone and meet at weekends. I wasn’t too pleased, but I understood why David wanted to go to that particular college. It had a strong sporting programme, including football, and David thought it might help his ambitions of playing professionally.

A few months before my seventeenth birthday, my parents divorced, and I’ve never really found out what went wrong. My grandma had also had a difficult time, losing my grandpa, but by the time my birthday arrived, she seemed a lot happier.

I had a lot of friends and close family around me to help celebrate and I got spoiled with lots of gifts — clothes, jewelry, a laptop, and shoes. It was a fantastic party, going on until around eight when everyone started heading off to their homes.

I'd arranged for David to stay overnight, and I thought it would be a good time to tell him that I would be studying to be a lawyer. It was a good career choice for me — but David wasn’t pleased.

“Are you kidding me, Jessica?” he said, glaring at me.

I shook my head. “No, course I’m not. Look, David, I know it will take a long time, but it will be best for us in the long run.”

David seemed to be shocked. Then he said, “So, you just decided this on your own, didn’t even think to ask me about it.”

I was baffled by his reaction. “Well, no, but I’m talking to you about it now.”

“You’re not talking to me. You're telling me you’ve already made your choice.”

“I don’t understand why you’re behaving like this. I mean, you're going to be doing your course for another year at least.”

David looked down and said, “No, I’m not. I got cut from the course.”

Then I understood why he was so upset. “Oh, David, I am sorry. I didn’t know.”

He turned away, saying, “I know you didn’t. I was going to tell you after your birthday. I didn’t want to ruin your big day.”

“It’s okay, sweetie,” I said, putting a hand on his shoulder, "we can handle this together.”

“If I’m not good enough for this course, I’ve no chance of being a pro footballer. That’s always been my dream.”

I turned him to face me. “I know, but we’ll get through this.”

David kissed me, a brief peck on my lips, and said, “Well, I’m staying on at college anyway. I’ll train to become a mechanic.”

“That’s great,” I said, smiling. “You can transfer to my college and we can spend more time together.”

“No, Jessica, I’m staying there.”

“Why? You can do that course at my college.”

“Look, I’m happy where I am and there is no need for me to switch. Things can carry on just the way they are.”

I was disappointed but said, “Okay, if that’s what you want.”

We then went to bed, but David didn’t want to have sex. I thought that was strange but, then again, we were at my mam’s house. Perhaps he didn't feel comfortable.

The next morning, David seemed to be in a hurry to leave and return to college. I didn’t want to get into a fight about it, so I didn’t say anything. My mam took me back to my college and my studies.

Over the next couple of weeks, even though David had said things wouldn’t change between us, I noticed a difference. He didn’t phone me as often, and when I called him, he always seemed too busy. He was also less interested in me visiting him at weekends, and I felt we were drifting apart.

Luckily, Lisa was there to help cheer me up. She was a fantastic friend. Lisa said if David wasn’t in the right place mentally, that I should give him space and time. I knew she wanted me to go out with her more — she loved playing tennis, shopping, and simply having girl time. As much as I enjoyed all that with her, I worried more and more about my relationship with David.

About a week later, after Lisa had played tennis with me again, we ran into Emma. She was an old school friend and, though she was at the same college as David, we’d lost touch.

“Hello stranger,” I said, “how have you been doing?”

“Hello yourself,” Emma said, and we hugged. “I’m good, thanks for asking.”

Lisa suddenly said, “Hey, Jessica, sorry but I can’t stay. I need to get home.” She then turned to Emma. “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to be rude, but I have a class in an hour and I need to shower. I stink after playing tennis.”

Emma grinned. “That’s fine. It was good seeing you, even so briefly.”

Lisa hugged Emma, then looked at me and said, “I will see you tomorrow,” before running off.

I turned back to Emma. “You look great, keeping yourself in good shape, I see.”

Emma laughed. “Oh yeah, look at you… you still look the same as when you were in school.”

“Come on, let’s grab a coffee and catch up about old times.”

Emma shook her head. “I can’t; don’t have the time, Jessica. Great seeing you but I should get going.”

Something didn’t seem right. It was all too abrupt. “Are you okay, Emma? You seem like something is bothering you.”

“No, it’s nothing,” she muttered, then added, “I shouldn’t say anything, it isn’t my place.”

“What do you mean? It isn’t your place to say what?”

Emma sighed. “Look, I don’t want to get involved.”

I shook my head. “Come on, seems you’re already involved. Just tell me what it is.”

I could see Emma wasn’t happy about me pushing, but she said, “If I were you, I would keep a closer eye on David.”

“What do you mean?”

Emma sighed again. “I’ve seen David around campus recently, and he’s been with a lass called Sarah. I don’t know if anything is going on between them, but he’s been walking about with his arms around her like they’re dating.”

I took a step back. My whole world seemed to spin and I asked, “Are you sure about this? Maybe they’re just good friends.”

Emma put a hand on my shoulder. “You might be right, Jessica, but it didn’t look like that from where I was standing.”

It couldn’t be right: David would never cheat on me. With a tear in my eye, I said, “It can’t be, it just can’t.”

Emma hugged me and said, “I’m so sorry to be the one to tell you this, I really am.”

“No, you’re wrong.” I pulled away from her. “And I will prove it.”

My heart was pounding, and I ran away from Emma. There was no way David would do this to me. I went straight to the train station and bought a ticket. I didn’t want to believe Emma but, truthfully, it seemed to explain a lot. I tried not to get ahead of myself, but I had to face David.

Off the train, I took a taxi to David’s place and asked the driver to wait for ten or fifteen minutes. I didn’t know if I would need to get out of there quickly.

I knew where David kept a spare key and I let myself in. He obviously wasn’t expecting me and the place was a bit of a mess. Then I heard it — moaning coming from upstairs. I rushed up there and pushed open the door to David’s room— and he was in bed with a girl.

“Oh my god,” I cried.

David turned around and his face dropped. “Oh god, Jessica, this isn’t what it looks like.”

The lass under him yelled, “What the fuck, David? You told me you and Jessica had split up.”

I stared at him and said, “You fucking, cheating bastard.”

The girl pushed David off and said, “Fucking arsehole.” She grabbed her clothes and, heading to the bathroom, glanced at me. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know,” she said.

David got out of the bed and pulled on his pants. “Look, Jessica, I am sorry. I didn’t mean this to happen. You have to believe me. I was stressed out after losing my place on the course. I just needed some release, and I know how hard you’re studying. It just happened.”

“Are you fucking kidding me? You’re trying to justify fucking another lass by blaming it on losing your place on some fucking stupid training programme.”

David took hold of my arms. “I know, I’m sorry. It was a stupid fucking mistake, but you have to forgive me.”

“You can go and fuck yourself.” I pushed him away. "I do not forgive you for anything. You’re a fucking arsehole.”

I ran downstairs, jumped into the taxi and sobbed, “Train station, please.”

The driver, seeing my tears, offered me a small pack of tissues and asked, “Are you okay, love?”

I took the tissues. “I will be fine. Please, just get me out of here.”

As we pulled away, David came out shouting, “No, wait… please, don’t leave, Jessica. Let me explain.”

The driver asked, “Do you want me to stop?”

“No, no thanks. Just take me to the station, please.”

On the train, I sat thinking, debating whether I should tell my family what had happened. I decided it was better if I didn’t. I knew Charlie would hit the roof. But I did choose to stay at my mam’s for a few days. I needed family around me.

David must have sent a hundred texts, but I dismissed him entirely. If I let him get away with it this time, he’d do it again.

One evening, as I considered it was time to go back to college, I heard a knock on the door. I opened it and couldn’t believe that David was there.

He smiled and said, “Hello Jessica, I’m so sorry about everything. Before you say anything, I guess you hate my guts and never want to see me again. But, please, if you can see your way to giving me another chance, I promise nothing like this will ever happen again.”

I said, “You know what, David, you’re right — this will never happen again because we’re over. Finished.”

David stepped into the doorway. “No, come on, please don’t be like that.”

I pushed him back outside and said, “No, you cheated on me, I can’t trust you.”

Suddenly, a voice from behind me said, “You fucking what?”

I turned and Charlie looked pissed off. He brushed past me and pushed David in the chest. “What the fuck did I tell you when I found out you were dating my sister? Didn’t I fucking warn you what would happen if you ever hurt her?”

“Charlie, this has nothing to do with you. It is between your sister and me.”

“Not anymore it isn’t. Who the fuck do you think you are to cheat on my sister?”

I grabbed Charlie’s arm and said, “Don’t, leave it. He isn’t worth you getting into trouble.”

Charlie turned to me and said, “Jessica, go inside. I will deal with this.”

I saw David was about to punch Charlie in the back of the head and I screamed, “Charlie, look out!”

Charlie ducked and spun around, blocked David’s punch, and smashed him in the mouth. David fell and Charlie said, “Go on, try that again and see what I fucking do to you.”

He pulled David up onto his knees and said, “You’d better get the fuck out of here before I get really upset. Trust me; if you ever come anywhere near my sister again, you will not like what I’ll do to you.”

David’s face looked like a startled deer in headlights. He scrambled to his feet and took off. I’d never seen anyone run so fast. I knew Charlie shouldn’t have hit him, but it felt nice watching David being treated that way after what he’d done to me. I gazed at Charlie and thought, ‘Why can’t I meet a guy like him, he wouldn’t cheat on me.’

Charlie held me in his arms and said, “It’s okay, Jessica, he’s gone and, trust me, he’ll not come back.”

I felt so safe in his arms. “Thanks, Charlie, what would I do without you?”

Charlie kissed the top of my head. “Don’t worry about that. You’ll never have to find out.”

He made me feel so loved and we walked into the living room where he said, “Tell me what you need right now. I’m here for you.”

I sat on the sofa and said, “To be honest, Charlie, I’m just looking forward to a nice quiet night in on my own.”

“Fine, but I’m not leaving you alone. So, tell me, what do you fancy? Maybe some Ben and Jerry's cookie dough ice cream and --" Charlie grinned, "Sleepless in Seattle on DVD?”

“But you hate Sleepless in Seattle. You’ve always said it was a total chick flick.”

“Well, it is, but this isn’t about me, it’s about you. I’m here for you. So, stop trying to talk me out of it, or I might listen. You get changed and we’ll watch the movie. Okay?”

I jumped off the sofa, gave Charlie a huge hug, and said, “Thank you so much, you’re the best.”

“I know. But you’d better hurry, or you might come back down and find Lethal Weapon is on.”

I laughed and went upstairs to my bedroom. I put on an old, long sleeved t-shirt, and jean shorts, an outfit I used to wear in bed. The shirt was a little small for me now and the shorts were tight, but it was only Charlie at home with me. Back downstairs, I saw he’d brought down his blanket and pillows and put them across the sofa. He had my favorite ice cream and chocolate waiting on the table.

“I’ve already ordered the pizza,” he said and I thanked him, settling onto the sofa. Charlie handed me my ice cream and chocolate, then sat beside me. I pulled the blanket over both of us as Charlie pushed play on the remote.

It was lovely to have a quiet night after all the turmoil. I ate the ice cream and chocolate, then cuddled up with Charlie. It felt great to be with someone who loved me and wanted to be

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