A Scandalous Philly Love Story (Part 1) by Charisee Irons

started crying. I couldn’t believe what I was looking at.  It was Eric having sex with some guy. No wonder Eric didn’t have interest in me. He was too busy sticking his dick inside of another man! I didn’t even make it to the bathroom before my lunch was all over the floor. There were more pictures, and when I got to this one particular picture, I grew angry. It felt as if someone had snatched my breath away. It was Marcy’s trifling ass sucking on the same guy’s dick while Eric was fucking her from behind. I slid down the wall in total shock. How could this bitch who called herself my best friend do this? My mind was racing so fast, I got an instant headache. I picked up the lamp and threw it across the room. I wished like hell it was that back-stabbing, man-stealing whore. No wonder her ass was acting all standoffish. Her stank ass was fucking my man! From what I could see, they were enjoying themselves. This bitch, I was so ready to whoop her ass. I practically cried on this bitch’ shoulders, telling her how I thought his ass was cheating and all of this time it was with her fucking ass!

Chapter 14
    Dawn
     
    I couldn’t believe the phone call I just gotten from Cyn. She called me, all hysterical and crying. Marcy crossed the line; she knew our cardinal rule was not to date one another’s men—whether they were ex-boyfriends or just somebody we screwed once. They were off limits no matter what. We always knew that she was with sleeping around with other people’s men, but Eric? That shit was foul.  was on my way to Cyn’s now because I knew her temper. She was about to fuck Marcy up. I hoped that I reached Cyn before she attempted to leave the house. I told her I was on my way, but I wasn’t even sure if she heard me. She lived about twenty-five miles from my house, and I drove as fast as I could without getting pulled over. At first, I didn’t see Cyn’s car, and I prayed it was in the garage. After parking, I rang the bell and knocked on the door at the same time. I stood there, praying hard that Cyn hadn’t left because she had no chill button. Marcy wasn’t a match for her, either. Cyn was meek and mild on the outside, but once she was rubbed the wrong way, it was hard to bring her in. I witnessed her whip a many asses and I was right there with her, kicking ass and taking names. She finally came to the door with her kick-ass clothes on. I tried calming her down, but that wasn’t working. I just couldn’t wrap my brain around Marcy being that deceitful.
    “Dawn, I’m not trying to hear what you’re saying. Both Eric and Marcy got it coming!” she told me straight up. I wasn’t in a position to hold her back, so I just rode with her.
    The ride over to Marcy’s was very quiet. I could see the steam coming from Cyn’s head. She looked as though she were about to blow a damn gasket. When we got to Marcy’s, it was as if Cyn went from zero to one-hundred in two seconds. She was banging on the door, screaming for Marcy to open the door. Neighbors started coming outside their homes, looking to see what all of the commotion was. Marcy finally came to the door, and Cyn was on her ass. She barely opened the damn door before Cyn started in on her. It didn’t even look like Marcy was putting up a fight, either. It was as if she were admitting her guilt without even saying one single word. On my way over, I texted Ant and told him what was going down, and I asked him to meet me at Marcy’s house. He must have called Jonathan for reinforcement because he, too, was hopping out of his car. It took both of them to get Cyn off of Marcy. When I looked at Marcy, she was curled up in a fetal position and she was crying. She was a bloody mess, and I just knew she had a couple of broken bones. Her eyes were damn near shut, and her nose and lip were both bloody. I tried to help her up, but she just whispered that she was fine.
    Someone must  have called the police and an ambulance because I could hear faint