Secondhand

Maggie, and one of my good friends Zach, had been together for years. We all thought they were perfect for each other. Hell, Zach had already asked me to be a groomsman in the wedding. He was so happy to be with her, his whole personality brightened when he was around her. But now a days, he’s not the same. That spark in him is gone. He doesn’t smile all that much anymore, and he never leaves his house unless he’s going to work. He’s shut himself out of the world. And it’s that bitch Maggie’s fault.

For some reason, she had gone out one evening with a “friend” of hers to a concert. And she wouldn’t respond to any of Zach’s calls or texts. He didn’t hear from her for two days. She showed up to his house like nothing at all had happened. Like everything was normal. But, at least with her, that could never be the case.

That “friend” of hers was some guy from another county she had met a week prior. And at this concert they went to, she ended up getting shit-faced drunk, and stayed with this guy that night. And by stayed with him, I mean she fucked this guy all night long. When she was sobered up the next morning, she didn’t feel sorry for what she did. No, instead, she was proud of it, said it “freed” her, and she continued to fuck that guy for the rest of the weekend, and over many more weekends. Zach finally found out about it when he walked in on them, in his own house. In his own fucking bed. He didn’t raise his voice, show ****, or really show emotion at all. He just turned around, and tossed all of her stuff into the ditch in the front yard. And since then, he’s been completely different, for the worse.