Her ex had called, which he never did. She answered because his father had just died, and she thought he could really use a friend. As it turned out, their shared cat had died while he was away taking care of his dad. It had broken him, and he cried to her over the phone. She asked if he wanted her to come over, but he had to go to bed soon as he needed to work early.
KSL asked her what she needed directly after the phone call. She was both numb and feeling everything at once, and she answered honestly that there was nothing he could do right now. There was nothing anyone could do...she'd just lost her last father figure.
People started showing up for KSL's movie night, and the more people arrived the more her anxiety level rose. KSL was busy cooking and entertaining, and she tried to hang out in the common area, but knew she wouldn't be able to hold it together much longer. It would not be fair to commander KSL's night, so she decided leaving was best. She decided it so fast that she found herself on the other side of her front door with nowhere to go.
After a few panicked texts, she ended up safe at Goldie's house. She managed to get her emotions under control, and then she got a text from KSL that said that everyone was about to clear out, and it was "safe" for her to return home and not be overwhelmed with people.
An hour later she returned to a not-so empty home. KSL was in his room, but his ex's shoes and purse were still by the door, and her phone lay face-up on the coffee table. They were talking, loudly, and laughing occasionally. As she got some water from the kitchen, it quickly became apparent that they were starting to have sex.
It stung. She felt disrespected. He'd promised her a safe place to come home too, and delivered the exact opposite. The juxtaposition of her grief and having to listen to the extremely loud sex grated on her psyche in a way that she hadn't felt in a long time. It felt personal. It felt like an attack on her. He had led her to this situation, and soon enough she saw nothing but red.
The escapades lasted for 4+ hours. She got more angry the longer it went on. He knew she had plans early the next morning, and it felt like he was deliberately doing this to her.
She finally got 2 hours of sleep, woke up, and sent him a very long text. "As a friend, especially after how much of my emotional state I've shared with you as of late, it was extra hurtful to have to listen to you having sex with her while experiencing grief. It showed me that you are more willing to follow what makes your dick hard instead of being a respectful friend. But hey, you finally did it. You've finally convinced me, after 8 months of insisting, that you are garbage."
She told him she needed a full 24 hours before speaking on the matter, and preferred not to see him in that time frame. She had a lot of calming down to do.
