You and fuckshit have been inseparable for almost 4 years now. Yes, you guys have been dating for 4 years now.

And everything was good to say the least. You loved him. He loved you. But now, Fuckshit was acting… not very much himself anymore…

And it was only towards you. He was fine around his friends and anybody else. He was just different with you. And not in a very good way.

One day you were just chilling in your room. Fuckshit had went outside for a quick smoke. So you just sat there in your bed, waiting for him to come back. You were a bit bored though. And out of the corner of your eye, you saw his phone just lying there, in your reach.

So you grabbed it and decided to play a few games until he came back. But something was on his lock screen that really caught your attention. It was text messages from girls. Girls who you didn’t even know. And you knew the girls in his contacts.

You unlocked his phone and looked through his contacts where you saw three unrecognizable names and numbers. And they were all girls name too. Sarah, Gabriella, and Danica.

You were confused as to who the hell those three girls were. You then heard footsteps approaching your bedroom, fuckshit’s footsteps. He came back into the room and sat on the bed. He looked over at you and saw the expression on your face. It wasn’t a good one either. He placed his hand on your knee. “Wassup with you?” He asked.