Episode 2

Chapter two.

The baseball bat dropped, rolled a few times before coming to a stop by the wall. Brian's feet couldn't move an inch, for he was in absolute dismay at the sight. He was right to have suspected he wasn't the only guy in the picture. And the sight before him proved everything right.

Rebeca. His girlfriend of five years, all wrapped up with sheets and faking to have some decency even though she had none left. Her hair, in the roughest condition like someone who had been in bed throughout the week.

To her right was a guy with some dark-curly hair. His no-shirt condition revealed his sand-brown skin, and his physique could be compared to Brian, who was still trying to figure out what the fuck was going. He just couldn't wrap his head around the whole thing.

"Is he your boyfriend?" the intruder asked in a tone a little bit above a whisper.

Intruder?

Yes. And that was how Brian saw the guy who made his girlfriend moan. His eyeballs narrowed. He must have interrupted a very steamy scene, and he confirmed it with the sweat on their foreheads.

Damn.

Rebeca nodded, wrapping herself in the sheets.

"Why is he staring like someone who saw a ghost? He doesn't deserve you by the way. And if all you've told me were true, then he is nothing but a drag-ass loser."

Seth was the name of the intruder, the twenty-eight year old guy who just spoke. He even had the guts to say such trash after being caught in the act. His biggest mistake. Not even his money could save him, as he was soon to find out.

Brian's eyes became dark, far too dark that the reflection of the guy banging his girlfriend could be seen.

Rebeca must have been spilling her mouth unnecessarily. She must have told him about the rent that was soon to be due, and she must have told him about his mother.

But how could a girlfriend do that to someone she claimed to love?

Well, Rebeca could do, as it turned out. And Brian had no choice but to come to terms with the sad truth that she was never his girlfriend.

Yes. Rebeca wasn't his girlfriend, but his enemy of five yesrs, Brian concluded in his mind.

Not a word came from Rebeca in Brian's defense. The angry-looking guy wasn't expecting it by the way.

Brian's flared his nostrils. "Do I need to remind you that you are still in my home!" Brian warned, but his words were only a joke to Seth who had seen the rent notice on the entrance door.

"Home you said!" Seth scoffed. "If my calculation is right, this time next week, you would be kicked out of this miserable place you called home." He spread his two arms wide open to signify the entire space, "you call this home?" he smirked.

And as if that wasn't enough, Seth moved closer, exchange breath for a few seconds, and sucked her lips one more time. Far better than a French kiss.

This rich kid got some balls. Seth was at his wits end, but he just messed with the wrong guy. The wrongest of all.

Rage.

But rage would not describe the way Brian's eyes narrowed. His life had been miserable. Yes. He could stand being insulted. His boss had told him to fuck off from the office barely twelve hours ago. And Brian could take all that shit. But the lady he thought to be his girlfriend being kissed in the apartment he paid for, was the ultimate disrespect, and one he could not tolerate.

"Comon Brian. No need for the drama. If you say you love me, why don't you just let me go. Not that you can afford to take care of me." Rebeca words dealt the last blow.

Brian's organs rearranged, after which he assumed the guy to be an intruder who had come to steal his money, just like what the landlord had told him.

Did he call the cops?

Hell no.

Brian could not afford to loose the opportunity to make them pay for their crimes, and he found the perfect panacea when he dropped a few strokes of the bat on some joints and knees, but careful enough to not commit murder.

Rebeca's eyes flew wide open as she watched her lover screamed the agonies of pain.

"Are you cra—"

A loud sound echoed, shutting her up immediately. Her cheek became red instantly.

Brian could also do some damage with his hand.

They were still in his apartment, the apartment he paid for with his hard-earned money and Brian wasn't comfortable with that arrangement. He got hold of the left leg that was now red.

And Seth, still squeezing himself in an attempt to contain the pain coursing through body, got pulled from the bed, his body hitting the floor. And since the sheets were off, his rod dangled a few times during the struggle before coming to a still.

But wait. Who the fuck was Seth?

Seth was from the Anderson's family, one of the richest in the city. He rode the best car, wore the most expensive clothes and had the most expensive of everything. He was just stopping by to deliver a birthday present and since the girl he always had eyes on was home and alone, he could afford to miss the God given opportunity.

Brian flared his eyes wide open. His nose twitched at the sight before him. The shiny rod at sight was far bigger than his. No way he could please Rebeca with the little thing between his two legs. And he wondered why she never complained.

Brian was Crazy to have thought that.

Seth must made her cum multiple times. An insult to his ego.

"You asshole!" Brian cursed. And with his now wrinkled face, he pounced on the guy and dropped a few kicks on the body.

Seth rolled and screamed helplessly the whole time.

He grabbed Rebeca by her hair; and with his other arm, Brian pulled and dragged Seth on the floor to the main entrance. He shot the door after ridding himself of the pathetic individuals.

"Good riddance," he said.

Brian couldn't lie on the bed. An awful but familiar smell hit his nose even after taking off the moist sheets. He just confirmed that the guy had cummed on his bed.

But Brian could live with that. He released a huge sigh. Although his now ex-girlfriend had cheated on him in his apartment, he was satisfied to have given them a taste of his anger.

A balanced equation.