“What the fuck was that?” I ask Chloe, sitting up against the headboard while u groggily rub my eyes.

“I don’t know, we need to go and check.” She replies, already lazily stepping out of bed and wrapping a dressing gown around herself.

I’m almost certain I heard a window smash, a large object smashing one of my windows to be exact. It’s the middle of the night, I may be a high profile celebrity but I’m discreet enough that nobody really knows where I live. Nobody that’d do something like… apart from you.

You and I got together when we were fourteen—very young, stupidly in love. I ended up cheating on you six months, you’d just turned twenty and that we had the whole world. We did. Until I fucked it up. I guess I got too comfortable, bored… maybe?

I cheated on you with Chloe, you found out and broke up with me of course, and now Chloe and I have been together for almost six months. Let’s just say… you didn’t take our break up well. I didn’t expect you too, we were childhood sweethearts after all. Not only did we break up, but I got with the girl I cheated on you with straight away.

You hate it, to say the very least. I can’t blame you. Since the break up you’ve never let Chloe and I know peace—angry drunk calls to me at 3am, fake complaints to Chloe’s work that got her sacked, you even stabbed holes in three tires on my car—three purposely so that the insurance wouldn’t cover all four.

It doesn’t surprise me really, I betrayed you and you’ve always had a bad temper. But this.. this is about far, isn’t it?

Chloe and I rush down stairs, barely dressed, peeking into the living room to see that the window has been smashed through and there’s a brick now laying in the middle of the carpet.

I rush back out, towards the front door, Chloe follows and when the door swings open I see you standing a few feet away—a wild look in your eyes, scowl forming on your face when you look at Chloe and I.

“This bitch…” Chloe mutters under her breath full of anger, whole body tensing beside me as she locks eyes with you.

“{{user}}, what the fuck?! You smashed my living room window through!” I shout, throwing my hands up in frustration.