"Are you saying that cheating is right, Mr Johnson? Is that what you're implying?"
"No. What I'm saying is that you can't control a person because you don't own them. They are not a possession or an object that you can just manipulate!"
"In other words, you are condoning cheating?" the young female reporter asked, her nose scrunched up in disgust.
As for Liam Johnson, a famous pop singer that was known for his activism aside from his career, was expressionless with his hand tucking a curl of his hair behind his ear when he replied, "If you put it like that, yes."
I turned off the TV, anger all that I was feeling. Who does Liam Johnson think he is? He's saying cheating is right. That cheating is not a bad thing! That it's right to cheat.
Did he ever have his heart broken? Did he ever have a cheating partner? I doubt because if he had his heart broken or been cheated on, he wouldn't be saying such nonsense. He wouldn't be preaching that cheating is right.
I know what being cheated on is like. I know how painful it is and I won't wish it on my worst enemy. I won't even wish it on Liam Johnson because believe me when I say the hurt and betrayal is unbearable.
I mean, I was a mess for six months. I moped to the extent that I nearly had depression if it wasn't for my sister and her boyfriend helping me.
I stood up from the couch, putting the remote on the coffee table and wearing my jacket. I unlocked the door and got out, locking it behind me.
I took the elevator and when it closed, I rung Chelsea, my younger sister by two years, that I was coming over to eat at hers. Of course she didn't have a problem as long as Luke, her boyfriend, was fine with me.
I made it out of the elevator, exited the apartment complex and hailed a cab.
By the time I arrived at her apartment, I knocked tremendously as if I was being chased by a wild animal.
The door abruptly opened and a smiley face of my sister greeted me. We shared the same curly brunette hair and grey eyes that we inherited from our father. As for the beauty that we both harboured, I'd say the genes were undoubtedly from Mom. Not that Dad was not handsome or anything.
"Hey, lil' sis. How is it?" I greeted, hugging her petite body.
"Everything is going great, except the fact that Luke is pissed at that dimwat who was on TV minutes ago," she told me after pulling away and closing the door behind us.
"You mean Liam Johnson? I'm mad at him too. He clearly never was cheated on!" I hissed, following my sister to the kitchen where Luke was on his phone with headsets in. Chelsea plugged them out and Luke groaned before noticing my presence.
"Hey, Matt. Didn't see you there. How are you?" he asked, flashing me his fake smile just to please my sister. I mimicked him behind my sister's back. I knew that he hated me because of petty reasons. Because of the tiny fact that I once jeopardised his relationship with my sister, but that's a story for another day.
"I'm good. And stop with that smile, it's creepy," I shuddered just to prove my point. I saw him roll his eyes at the corner of my eyes when I opened the fridge to take out a beer. I screwed it open to Luke's dismay and drank.
"Hey, I just bought those to last me for a week!" he chastised, scowling at me.
"Oh come on, love. You know they would last a month if Matt didn't drink them. I don't even know why you bother buying 'cause it's a just a waste of money," Chelsea preached, hugging her boyfriend from behind and placing a kiss on his temple. She proceeded to kiss his nose with Luke angling his face in her direction, to which she went for the lips.
"Get a room you two. And you shouldn't be doing this in front of me, lil' sis. Respect," I spoke up, turning away before I gagged.
"Jealous," Luke coughed out.
I decided to ignore his comment and placed the beer on the table, then opened the pots to dish for myself. I'm making myself at home because it's home, you get me?
By the time I finished eating and we were all chilling in front of the TV and eating snacks, Luke started the conversation about Liam Johnson and his bullshit.
"I don't even get that guy. Just a while ago, he said he supported sex workers, what they did with their bodies was their business and said it's just like any other job. And now he's started with his bullshit again," he complained, munching loudly on his chips.
"Let me correct you there, Lukewarm. What he said about sex workers is not bullshit. It's the truth and you need to accept it. But I do agree that this time, it is bullshit and nonsense. If it wasn't for his good music, I'd have stopped supporting him a long time ago."
"You forgot to mention his looks. And isn't bullshit and nonsense the same?" Chelsea asked.
I shrugged because it didn't matter.
"Stop calling me Lukewarm," Luke glared at me when Chelsea wasn't paying attention. I rolled my eyes, then took out my phone to see if I had any notifications. I didn't get why Luke had to glare at me behind my sister's back.
Chelsea already knows that we dislike each other because of an incident that happened years ago.
I had two emails from work and a message from Sonia, my colleague. I didn't even open them because I was just too lazy.
"What's so wrong about cheating?" Chelsea said out of the blue, nearly making my phone fall from my grasp.
Luke stiffened beside me. I turned to look at my sister, who was beside Luke, eyebrows drawn up.
"Are you serious?" I deadpanned.
"I know that you have a history of being cheated on, but just like Liam said, it's not like that person is your possession or something. I'm not saying I condone cheating, but it's no-"
"Cheating is cheating, Chelsea. There's no excuse. Even the slightest inappropriate thought about somebody who is not your girlfriend or boyfriend is cheating. Face the facts," I told her. There was no excuse. You can't excuse cheating just like you can't excuse murder. The fact of the matter still remains that you killed someone, both figuratively and literally.
I can admit that I've had my fair share of being cheated on and it made me sensitive to the topic and bitter, but even if I didn't have those shares, I wouldn't support cheating. What was Liam Johnson thinking? The guy just painted himself black with his statement.
Just the thought of someone cheating makes me boil in anger. I hate cheaters. Maybe Liam is a fucking cheater that is excusing his pig ways by claiming that cheating is right.
"But come on guys, some cheaters don't cheat because they want to. They are forced to," Chelsea tried to convince us, but I was having none of it.
"Lil' sis, cheating is a choice people make. Nobody put a gun on your head and forced you to cheat. It's a choice," I argued.
"But what abo-"
"Are you cheating on me, Chelsea?" Luke finally asked the one question that was at the tip of my tongue. He beat me to it by asking.
The way that Chelsea is so defensive is like she is a cheater herself.
"Are you cheating on Luke, sis?" I asked when she was rendered speechless.
"W-what?" she stuttered, surprise evident in her grey orbs.
"It's like you are a cheater the way you're defending them," I explained to her.
"So because I'm open-minded you think I'm a cheater? Why didn't you accuse Liam Johnson of being a sex worker when he supported them?" she glared at the both of us.
Before she could fry me with her glare, I stood with my hands up and apologised. As for Luke, he put his arm around her and whispered things I didn't want to hear as Chelsea's face went beet red.
"Suckers! I'm leaving. See you when I see you," I didn't want to die in disgust by being in their apartment any longer.
There is no excuse in cheating. Chelsea and Liam might think otherwise, but I'm having none of it. Cheating is not right and will never be.
As for Johnson, he better not experience heartbreak before changing his mind.