Chapter 1 | The Hurtful Breakup.

Natasha's pov.

I opened my eyes to the bright morning sun. I smiled to myself as I stood up stretching my limbs. Today was extremely special. Maybe even more special than my own birthday. Today was- well, today was Dylan's birthday. He's my boyfriend by the way.

I stripped out of my black and white pyjamas, and stepped into the bathroom, doing what I normally did everyday. Which included me having a warm shower and singing my lungs out,with a little bit of a crack, here and there.

I got out and smiled at myself in the mirror. I was extra happy today because I was going to celebrate Dylan in his house.

I never really celebrated his birthday, well because he claimed to not like big parties and all attention focused on him.

I put on a lovely dress, and some scented perfume, before walking out of my room.

I grabbed the large batch of cupcakes that I made the day before, and set them in the backseat of my car.

I was sure that Dylan was going to love this. It was his favourite after all.

I pulled up at his house, and got out of my car. Carrying the cupcakes with extreme care, I opened his front door, using the spare key which I always had, and got inside.

To say I was surprised at what was in front of me, would be an understatement.

I looked around in horror, as I my eyes took in the hideous sight of underwear. Female underwear to be exact. A bra, and matching thong, with beside a very familiar pair of boxers, and shirt to be even more exact.

I set the batch of cupcakes on the table. There was no worries. Dylan had friends over who mad out with one another all the time, right? He would never cheat on me. I knew Dylan, and if there was anything that I knew from our two year dating each other was that he would never cheat on me.

I loved him, and I was absolutely sure he loved me too.

I replaced the frown on my face with a small smile, as I walked up the stairs.

I heard loud moans, and giggles as I approached Dylan's door.

My heart was beating faster and faster as I neared the door.

I placed my hand on the door knob, as I felt cold and dry under my warm and sweaty hands.

I turned the knob gently, and poked my head inside a little bit.

Inside was what I would never have expected in my twenty years of living.

Because inside the large room, was a set two completely naked people, making out on the bed.

My jaw dropped, and my heart followed, as I heard dylan's loud whisper.

"Dylan? Oh my god Dylan!" I whispered, though it was loud enough that I was heared.

I watched as Dylan stopped moving all together, before he looked behind myself and cursed under his breath.

The woman beside him, had her wide open like the milky-way before grabbing the shhet close to her and standing up.

Dylan quickly went to his closet. While I spared a huge snarl to the woman who still hung to the sheets like her life depended on it.

And guess what, she had the audacity to snarl back at me to. Bitch. Before running out the door, like I was some hunter, and she was prey.

I watched as Dylan came back with a pair of boxer on.

" It's not what you think!" Dylan said as he rushed to my side, after noticing that his chick was gone.

"Clearly it is not what I think. I thought you would never cheat on me Dylan. I thought you had standard's. I thought you weren't some low-life cheating bastard" I spat fury burning within me.

Dylan's eyes were wide, "It's not my fault. I was drunk and was seduced"

"Shut up!"

"Baby, you know I would never intentionally cheat on you. I love y--"

Smack! Smack!! Smack!!!

I didn't let Dylan finish whatever trash he had to sprew out of his mouth, because I gave him not one, not two, but three doses of you-better-shut-the-fuck-up.

" Don't. You. Ever. Call. Me. Baby. OK? Cause me, you we're over!" I yelled and turned on my heel.

I felt a hand reach out to grab mine. I paused as I tried to wiggle my hand free, but to no avail.

I turned to look at Dylan who was looking at me with fury in his eyes.

"What is wrong with you! I love you for fuck sake, and instead you give me madness?" Dylan questioned faking hurt.

"Let me go Dylan!" I yelled, as his grip on me only became tighter.

He came one step closer to me, and push me against the wall.