Lincoln was my friend. My best friend, if you would. We grew up together, and I can't remember when last I called him Lincoln. I always called him Link. Link was more or less my brother, I knew everything about him in his life, and so does he me. We often sleep over at each others.

I met my girlfriend, Sara at a game. We got talking and seemed to genuinely like each other, a few months of telling Link about her, I finally introduced them to each other. Every other thing went as much as I'd expect. Meanwhile, Link was never the type that had a thing for girls, he preferred being alone than commiting to anyone.

Few months into I and Sara's relationship, Sara had moved in with me and we lived as though we were a couple. On this fateful morning, I went out to work. I forgot an important file at home, and as I was rushing to clock in at work, I couldn't do back immediately. I resorted to checking back at lunch break. At lunch, I raced home in my car to get my file. I had my keys, and didn't bother knocking on the door. What I saw was to my biggest dismay. I saw link forcefully having his way with Sara, despite she crying and begging him not to.

I was dejected and betrayed. I would never have thought Lincoln could do that to me, just not him. There and then, it dawned on me no one could be trusted.

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3 years ago