My New Girlfriend Pt. 04

The stress torments me and I begin to suffer from insomnia. I stop eating, start drinking regularly and I lose a lot of weight in a short time. I stop sleeping in our bed and spend most nights on the sofa so I'm close to the front door for when Hallie gets home. Only she doesn't come home anymore.

It's the last Thursday of April, I head home early, excited as I've just received some great feedback about my assignments and I'm looking to celebrate. As it's early I hope to catch Hallie to share my news with her.

I unlock the door and walk in to some letters on the floor. I flick through them to see if there are any for me. They're mostly bills or junk, but the last one's for Hallie from the university. To me it looks quite official and I notice that the envelops barely sealed. With a tiny bit coaxing I open the envelop and take out the letter inside.

It's a warning from the administration that due to low attendance and poor standard of work her place in her course is under review. My heart sinks when I read it. Taken aback I sit down on the sofa with my head in my hands. I don't know what to do and I start to feel guilty.

I sit there for a while until my ability to hold off going to the toilet overwhelms me. I stand up and walk to the bathroom. I walk in and instantly realise that somethings wrong. I look around and see Hallie's preparation kit left by the sink with evidence left all over the shower and the toilet.

I don't know what to think. I tell myself, everything's fine and that she may be prepping herself for me. I tidy up and make an effort. I cook a nice meal for us and open a bottle of wine in anticipation of Hallie getting home. I even get put the ring in my pocket just in case.

Hallie doesn't come home. Two days later I come home to more evidence of preparation in the bathroom. I continue to call and message her constantly to no reply. I don't know how to feel, one second, I'm in denial, the next I'm in a rage. I'm sad, I'm indifferent, I'm lost.

The next day I return home to find Hallie's clothes from the day before dumped on the bedroom floor. When I pick them to sort them for washing, I notice a small white crusty spot on the inside of her panties and another on the inside of her dress. Even now I still try to pass it off as hers but deep down I know and I'm starting to face up to the truth.

There's nothing more that I want, than to have it out with Hallie but she only ever comes home when I'm in class. I refuse to allow myself to skip any lectures so every night I continue to wait up for her to come home.

A week later I return home to find another letter from the university to Hallie, this time its sealed but I don't care anymore. I open and read it. It says having reviewed her performance and taken into consideration her reasoning behind her poor performance they will allow her to complete the year and review her place again once the final grades are in.

Caring very little at this point I throw the letter onto the table and head into the bedroom. I open the door and see another one of Hallie's dresses discarded on the floor. As soon as I pick it up, I know I've reached the end. There's several large, crusty patch all over the front of the dress. Strangely emotionless I place the dress in the hamper, walk into the living room, lay down on the sofa and fall asleep.

It's the best night's sleep I've had in ages. The next morning, I get up, shower, shave, brush my teeth, eat breakfast and head for class early. Only I don't go straight to class, instead I go to the administrative offices and fill out transfer documents for MET university. Unexpectedly, I come out of the office feeling really good about myself. It feels like I've shed a great weight off my chest and suddenly there's light at the end of the tunnel for me.

It takes few weeks until I receive an email from MET University offering me a place in their business course for year three. Since their course is very similar, I can move everything I've achieved over the previous two years with me. The only thing I need to do is complete a form, sign it and send it over.

I'm relieved my ordeals almost at an end. When I arrive home that night after work, I sit on the couch, fill out the form and draft up the email. But when it comes to pressing send, I can't bring myself to send it. Even after everything I still can't bring myself to leave her. Even after all the sleepless nights, the humiliation knowing she's out there sleeping about, I still don't want things to end.

By the weekend, I've still not sent the email. I head to work at the restaurant for my usual twelve-hour shift. The restaurants packed all day and I work through from opening at ten, all the way through the lunch and into the evening. I'm having a nightmare of a shift, I mix up tables, send incorrect orders through and drop several plates. Annoyed, my managers assigns me to clearing tables and sweeping floors.

I'm on finishing clearing a table when I feel a tap on my shoulder. I turn around and see Ethan standing behind me.

"Alright Ethan?" I ask, happy to see a friendly face.

"Do you have a few minutes, Simon?" He asks anxiously.

"Mate I would but we're still busy," I reply.

"It's kind of urgent," he replies.

I sigh and have a quick think.

"Look, I haven't had any of my breaks today, I'll ask. Just go to the bar and I'll let you know," I reply.

"I'd rather do this outside," he replies in a serious manner.

"Ok...out the back in five minutes," I reply. "Everything ok?"

"I'll just tell you in a minute," he replies.

I walk off to find the manager.

"Steve," I say when I find him. "Can I take my break? I haven't had one."

"Yes, fuck off and when you come back, you'd better have your head out of your arse," he replies.

"Will do, sorry Steve I've a lot on my mind," I reply.

"Don't bring it into work. You're lucky you're usually a good worker," he replies.

"I know...Thanks Steve," I reply.

I make my way outside to find Ethan, only he's not by the back door. I look around and spot him in the corner leaning against the fence.

"What's wrong mate?" I ask as I approach him.

"Look, someone's sent me something. I don't want to be the one who shows you it, but I think you should know," he replies.

"Show me what?" I reply hesitantly.

Ethan hands me his phone.

"Press play," he replies in a serious tone.

My gut tells me whatever it is isn't good and likely something to do with Hallie. I pause for a second, I already know I don't want to press play. I stand holding the phone while looking at a play icon.

"Are you ok mate?" Ethan asks.

"Yeah, something tells me I don't want to see this," I reply.

"I think you need to see it," Ethan replies.

Against my better judgement I reach up and tap the screen. The video starts with the camera pointed to the ceiling. It then pans down onto Britney face. She pouts at the camera while fluffing up her hair.

"I look so fucking good," she says. "These fillers are ama...zing."

She holds the camera away from her body at arm's length and I see that she's topless. Her tiny budding breasts on full show.

"Mate, I don't need to see Britney's tits," I say feeling quite uncomfortable.

"Just keep watching," he replies anxiously.

Britney continues posing for the camera before raising it up at arm's length so it looks down over her body. She's not just topless she's completely naked with her tiny, bald, circumcised cock on full show.

"This is fucked up," I say to Ethan while looking up from the phone.

Ethan looks back at me with a worried expression. I look back to see Britney lowering the camera again and pull it in closer to her body.

"Let me just flip this to the other camera," Britney mutters to herself.

The camera flips to a naked guy standing at a forty-five-degree angle to the camera stroking his partially hard cock.

"Hey Charles looking good," Britney says cheerfully.

A nervous looking Charles nods at the camera.

"I hope this isn't a video of Britney getting fucked by this poor bloke," I say to Ethan who says nothing.

"Give me a second babe and I'll give you a hand with that," Britney says. "That's a good-looking dick."

She pans the camera to the left away from Charles and Hallie comes into view. She's sitting on a table, leaning up against the wall, legs spread and up in the air. She's completely naked and has a guy's cock in her arse. It's hard to gauge his length but from what I can see but it looks quite big.

My blood begins to boil and my hands shake as I watch the guy slowly thrusting in and out of her.

"Look at you two," Britney says. "See Hallie, I told you he had a big cock."

Hallie's slow to respond to Britney, she looks up at the camera with a dormant expression. Her eyes are almost like glass with large dilated pupils. Her hairs a mess, makeup smudged, her skin's pale and clammy looking.

"Hey...yeah," she slurs.

The camera pans to the guy with his cock in Hallie.

"How's her tight arse Ben?" Britney asks.

He looks at the camera and smiles.

"Good, yeah," he replies awkwardly.

"Well don't be shy, show her what you've got," Britney says. "Fuck that arse."

Ben grabs Hallie by the hips and pulls her closer to him. He withdraws his cock slightly before slamming into her hard, violently moving the table and Hallie. He does it again just as hard, Hallie barely reacts, her face remaining expressionless and her body almost limp. He speeds up and pounds hers hole aggressively, her limp cock bouncing as he does.

I tap the screen and pause the video before thrusting the phone into Ethan's hands.

"I've seen enough," I say.

Ethan fumbles at his phone.

"Wait Simon there's more," he says while pointing the phone screen towards me. "She takes both of them."

I can see his finger trying to swipe forward into the video, but he fails to press play. I see a still of Hallie on all fours with a cock in her mouth and Charles in her arse. I've had enough, my rage boils over. I grab Ethan by the throat and slam him up against the fence.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" I shout.

"Simon, stop please," Ethan pleads with his eyes bulging with fear. "Don't hit me."

I turn my head and see my right fist raised ready to strike my friend but I don't care. I pull him away from the fence before slamming him back against it.

"I told you I'd had enough. Why are you trying to make me watch it?" I shout again.

"I'm sorry, I...I only thought you should know," he replies.

I give very serious consideration about punching him. I want to hurt him, as much as the video hurt me. Lucky for him my procrastination calms me down just enough for me to let him go. He quickly scrambles away from me. I say nothing, turn my back and walk away. I leave the grounds of the restaurant and head back to the apartment.

All I can think about on my way home is that I'm done, I can't take it anymore, I need to leave. When I arrive the first thing, I do is pay to get my car back legally on the road. It's money I don't really have but I have no choice. I find my driver's licence, passport and birth certificate put them into a bag along with some clean clothes ready for me to leave.

I give the flat a quick tidy up and sit down to send the final transfer documents. It takes me seconds to draft up the email and attach the documents. But even with the image of Hallie being spit roasted by two guys seared into my brain, I still can't bring myself to press send.

I sit for hours, staring at the same wall I've been staring at for months. I can't stop shaking, adrenaline coursing through my veins. I constantly urge myself to send the email and finally be done with it.

Only I can't. Midnight comes and goes and my mood switches to one of soul crushing depression. Why can't I just click send so I can leave? I think to myself repeatedly.

I hear a thud outside. I look up and stare at the door. I hear the sound of keys jangling on the other side. This is quickly followed up with a metallic clicking sound as a key enters the lock. My heart begins to race as the door slowly opens inwards. Hallie appears in the doorway, dressed in a short denim skirt and a black tank top. She limps inside, closing the door behind her. It's clear to see that she's a mess. Her hairs a mess, she looks dirty, her clothes are torn and her usually immaculate makeup smudged.

As she walks past me, she looks at me with an emotionless stare, her faces gaunt and her eyes lifeless. She stinks of stale alcohol, cigarettes, weed, sweat and sex. She can't even walk properly as she limps across the room towards the bathroom. I stare at her and I see what appears to be the remnants of dry cum on the inside of her thigh and on her skirt. I say nothing as she passes me. She reaches the bathroom door, opens it and goes inside.

That it, I think to myself, realising there's nothing keeping me here anymore. I pick my phone up, unlock the screen and press send.

"Done," I say to myself.

I grab my bag, coat and keys. I take a pin from a draw, take the sim card out of my phone and place it onto the coffee table. I walk over to the door and put my shoes on. I breathe a sigh of relief as I take one last look at the place. I open the door and walk out closing the door behind me.

I waste no time in running down to my car, desperate to get as far away, as fast as possible. I unlock the car, jump in, start it up and pull away while still putting on my seat belt.

I'm penniless, homeless, angry and devastated but I have a huge sense of relief that perhaps the worst is over.