Anthony tell Amber Shayla snuck in his house while he was fully drunk
"Anthony’s Confession — Shayla Came Into My House While I Was Out Cold" 😱
The city lights flickered across Amber’s living room as she sat curled on the couch, scrolling through her phone. She had been waiting all day for Anthony to come over—he had texted earlier saying, “We need to talk… in person.” That alone was enough to set her mind racing.
When Anthony finally arrived, he looked… off. His shirt was slightly wrinkled, his eyes tired but darting around the room like he was looking for the right words.
Amber frowned. “What’s wrong? You’ve got that look—like you’re about to tell me something I’m not gonna like.”
Anthony took a deep breath and sank into the armchair across from her. “Amber… I need to tell you what happened last night. And before you get mad, just know—I didn’t ask for any of it.”
The Setup
Amber’s eyebrows knit together. “Alright, go on…”
Anthony rubbed the back of his neck. “I went out with the guys. We hit that new spot downtown… you know, the one with the neon sign? I had too much to drink—way too much. By the time I got home, I was gone. Like… could barely make it to the bed.”
Amber crossed her arms. “Okay, and?”
He hesitated, then leaned forward. “When I woke up… Shayla was in my house.”
Amber’s eyes widened. “What?”
Anthony’s Side
“I don’t even know how she got in,” Anthony said quickly. “I must’ve left the door unlocked or something. But she was there, Amber. Just sitting in my kitchen like she owned the place.”
Amber shook her head. “And what was she doing? Why was she there?”
Anthony’s voice dropped. “She said she wanted to ‘check on me.’ But the way she was acting… it didn’t feel innocent. She was walking around like she knew where everything was. She even made herself coffee. I couldn’t remember half the night, and that scared me.”
Amber’s jaw tightened. “So she took advantage of the fact that you were drunk and came in without asking?”
Anthony nodded. “Exactly. I told her she had no business being there. She just smirked and said, ‘You’ll thank me later.’”
Amber’s Reaction
Amber stood up, pacing the room. “This is exactly what I’ve been saying about her. She doesn’t respect boundaries, Anthony. She’s obsessed, and she’s gonna keep pulling this until you put a stop to it.”
Anthony sighed. “I know. I’m done letting her get away with this. I’m changing the locks, and if she tries it again, I’ll call the cops.”
Amber turned to face him, her voice firm. “Good. Because if she thinks she can sneak into your place in the middle of the night, what’s next?”
Anthony didn’t answer—he didn’t have to. They both knew Shayla wasn’t the type to back down quietly.
The Unspoken Fear
Later that night, after Anthony left, Amber sat in the dark, replaying his words. Shayla wasn’t just hanging around anymore—she was crossing into dangerous territory. And if Anthony was right, last night might have only been the beginning.
Amber reached for her phone and typed a short message to herself:
Watch Shayla. She’s planning something.
She didn’t know what was coming next… but she knew it wouldn’t be good.
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