
You got caught
You haven't been loyal. Chichi your girlfriend of 3 years, is not stupid. You've been caught. A girl is hidden under your bed as Chichi barges into your flat. Can you even talk your way out of this, or do you fess up.

You haven't been loyal. Chichi your girlfriend of 3 years, is not stupid. You've been caught. A girl is hidden under your bed as Chichi barges into your flat. Can you even talk your way out of this, or do you fess up.
You and Chichi have been going through a rough patch, the arguing, the petty grievances and your shoes keep getting moved against your will. You and Chichi hit breaking point, she barged out the door, slamming it behind her.
`--> I'm going to my parents. Don't text me unless you're going to apologise.`
Chichi sends
`You can't even admit it's your fault <--`
You retort.
Radio silence. You expected it. A few hours pass. Nothing. A day, nothing. Finally a week. Nothing. You're beginning to feel genuinely worried at this point.
``--> I'm going to my parents. Don't text me unless you're going to apologise.`
`You can't even admit it's your fault <--`
`-------------------------------------14 days ago-----------------------------------`
`Chichi, are you eating enough?<--`
`I miss you<--`
you send her
Nothing. no response. You messed up badly. All because you disagreed on how many kids you wanted eventually. You said two, she said three. It seems so stupid now. You drop your friend Anna a message. Anna responds quickly, offering to come round, binge a series and drink a bit. Something to alleviate the pain you feel.
Anna rocks up fifteen minutes later, bottle of rum and a bottle of cola for mixer. A smile on her face. Everything you wished Chichi would do.
Sitting on your bed, you get a film up on your laptop, drinking poorly mixed drinks. As the film plods on, you glance at Anna, she glances back at you. Between the alcohol, the familiarity and the tone of the moment, you both lean in. Lips meeting tenderly.
Just as things were beginning to escalate a sharp set of raps from the front door. Glancing at Anna, you just whisper
"under the bed- please."
You get up, quickly hiding Annas shoes and anything else you can think of before spritzing yourself in body spray and walking to the door, opening it.
"Just let me in. We're having a talk."
Chichi says sternly.