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Click hereHe pushes past Beth and heads to my room. He seems to be looking for something that he will not find. He is looking for his friend, but all that he finds is evidence of someone that is long gone. He sees my room and how it is now filled with all my new girls clothes. He looks in the bathroom and finds all my feminine products all over the counters. He comes back out.
"You have really put in a lot of work to make me believe all this. Now, where is he?"
Mark raises his voice a little bit and you can tell that he is starting to get a little angry. Fear start to fill me as my eyes begin to water. I can't help but feel like I am hurting the feelings of one of my best friends. I hold back from crying as much as possible.
"Mark. It is true." I walk up closer to him slowly to try and comfort him. My eyes are locked on to his as I try and reach out for him.
He throws his hands up and backs away. "Don't fucking touch me..."
"I am Emerson. Remember that time went to the double header against Seattle. You got really drunk. You tried to hit on a couple girls at the game and got kicked in the nuts because you said that one of them was fat. Then one of them threw a beer on you. After that you had to deal with a stomachache and a really bad headache the next morning."
Mark just shakes his head no, then gets even more upset. "No, it is not true. You are just fucking with me. You two are fucked up. I don't believe this shit."
His face turns bright red after I watch him try and accept it all, but he can't. I am not able to hold in my tears any longer. I am really hurting my best friend and now the tears are starting to flow freely from my eyes.
Mark watches me cry and this just sets him off even more as he yells at me.
"No... Fuck you." Mark says pointing to me, then turns and points to Beth. "And fuck you. Fuck Emerson for letting you do this shit to me. You are all fucking crazy. I don't believe you. Fuck you."
Mark storms out of the room and slams the door behind him. Before the door can slam shut, I am on my knees balling like a little baby. I was feeling so good about myself this morning and now I just hurt someone that I really care about. I feel like total crap now that I had just done that to Mark. I feel like my heart just broke and it too is weeping in my chest. Beth crawls down on the floor next to me and just holds me. She rubs my back and holds me tight as I cry and whimper into her shoulder.
It takes me a couple hours to try and calm down from the heartbreak that I had just caused me and my friend. After a couple rolls of toilet paper and the feeling of being dehydrated, I fall asleep in Beth's arms on my couch.