It was a few days later, and Ren had gotten home to see Samson, but when he got home...he didn't see him. He searched all over the house, nothing. Ren then sat down, thinking of where he could be...then it hit him, he could have left him..
.. And oh, how the little “common sense” spoke to him..~ ”oh, so youuuu expect this gentle.. kind.. l o v i n g.. person to say with a cheating bastard?.. how pathetic.”
“Didn’t mean to? Didn’t, “mean” to? Oh, so guilt tripping him, sucking every last penny out of him, LETTING him see the messages and pictures.. just so happened to be an “accident”?”
“Well of course he did! You left your damn phone unlocked when he’s around, the pictures were coming almost constantly…. Your a sick cheating bastard.”
