It's four o'clock in the morning and I can't sleep. Every time I close my eyes, I see his face. The bastard. I could see it in his eyes when he came out of her bedroom. He knew what he had done. He hadn't just fucked my girlfriend. He'd fucked us. I wanted to kill him, to tear him apart with my bare hands.

I hit him and he just stood there and took it, he didn't even try to fight back. He knew he deserved it. I can hear her screaming in the background, yelling at us to stop. It's funny. I don't give a damn what she did, it's what he did that hurts. I think down deep I always knew what she was. I'd heard the rumors about her around the station. I just chose to look the other way. Guess I can't do that anymore. Not after they both rubbed my face it.

Where do I go from here? It's over with her I know that, but, what about him? How can I ever forgive him or forget what he's done? It hurts so much. I feel like there's an open hole in my chest, like he reached in and ripped out my heart. I don't know how to go on without him but I don't know how to make this right either. How can I ever trust him again? God, just let me get some sleep. Maybe things will be better in the morning.

Damn! There's someone at the door. I know who it is but I don't know if I'm ready to face him yet. I still want to punch him in the face. He used his key. I guess it's time to face reality and get this over with. I hear his voice in the darkness, broken and scared….

"Starsk? I'm sorry…please forgive me…."