Daddy's Little Whore
Daddy’s Little Whore – Part 96

KEIRA’s POV

I walked through the front door of my apartment the moment Clint dropped me off. I was apprehensive about going in, knowing Natasha would be home by now. But what could I do?

I needed to face her and work things out once and for all.

As soon as I stepped in, I could feel the tension in the air. The atmosphere was thick with hostility, and I knew something was wrong. I took off my coat and walked into the living slowly like I was sneaking up on someone. As soon as I was in, my eyes instantly caught Natasha sitting on the sofa.

Well, here goes nothing, I thought.

I tried to approach Natasha, who was sitting on the couch with a book on her lap and a cup of tea in her hands.

“Hey, Tash. Can we talk about what happened earlier?” I asked, trying to keep my tone calm and steady.

Natasha did not answer me. She just glared at me with pure contempt, and I could feel the hurt and sadness building inside me. I did not want to fight with my best friend, but I knew that I had to try and resolve whatever issue had caused this rift between us.

“Tash, please. I don’t want to fight. Can you tell me what is going on? Despite everything that has happened, I don’t see why you should be mad at me,” I said, shaking a little.

“What is going on? Seriously, Keira? You know exactly what is going on. You can’t just treat me like garbage and expect everything to be okay,” Natasha spat out, her eyes flashing angrily.

I was taken aback by her words. I did not think I mistreated her, but she saw things differently. My heart sank as I realized that our friendship was in real trouble.

“You know that is not true, Tash. I have never for once treated you like garbage!” I said, my voice breaking a little.

Natasha stood up, dropping her cup of coffee as she towered over me. “And what do you know about how I feel!” She yelled at me

I clenched my fist and gritted my teeth. How could Natasha be playing the victim now? I also got hurt, and here she is, making me out to be the antagonist.

“It seems like you have forgotten how you blindly accused me of monopolising and taking advantage of Brendon’s emotions just because of how jealous you were,” I said as I tried my best to steady my voice and not yell at her.

Natasha’s fiery expression cooled down, and her face was filled with guilt and hurt.

“B-Because it is true! Brendon only has eyes for you! And you are well aware of that, so you use that to your advantage!”

I grabbed Natasha by the arm and looked at her dead in the eyes.

“And I keep saying that it is not true! You have to believe me, Tash!” I yelled.

Natasha glared at me, swatting my hand away from her shoulders. “Yes, I’m in love with Brendon, and I’d do anything to be his but tell me how I can do that with you on the way. And it makes me even angrier that you act oblivious.”

I frowned at her. “I can never come between you and Brendon, Natasha,” I said, frustrated. You are too scared to tell him how you feel and that you think I act oblivious or whatever is just ridiculous.”

Natasha’s eyes grew fiery, and she began to yell at me, listing off all the things she felt about me, things I had never heard her say before. I could feel tears streaming down my face as I listened to her words, feeling like I was being attacked by someone I trusted and loved.

The argument continued to escalate, with both of us saying hurtful things to each other. Ultimately, we retreated to our separate rooms, leaving the apartment silent except for our muffled sobs.

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I lay in my bed, staring at the ceiling, my heart heavy with sadness. The argument Natasha and I had was running through my mind, and it felt like our friendship was falling apart.

As I thought about the argument, I could not help but feel a sense of regret. I wished things could work out between us. I hoped we could return to how things used to be, when we were always there for each other, laughing and sharing our secrets.

Natasha was the only close friend I had. We had known each other forever, and hearing the words she spat at me hurt.

Natasha was the only close friend I had. We had known each other forever, and hearing the words she spat at me hurt.

But now, things felt different between us. Our argument had left a rift between us, and I did not know if it was something we could ever fully mend. I felt a lump forming in my throat as I thought about how much I missed and needed my best friend.

As I lay there in my bed, I could not help but wonder if I was the one in the wrong. I should have been more understanding; I should have listened more. I should have let things go. Was I wrong for wanting to talk? Should I have given her more time? Was I at fault in all of this?

I did not know. Letting it go was the best option.

But now, it felt too late for that. The words had been spoken, and the damage had been done. I could not help but feel a deep sense of sadness.

I closed my eyes and tried to push away the sadness, hoping that tomorrow would bring a new day, a chance to make things right between us. But I just lay there, lost in my thoughts, wishing things could work out between us.

I closed my eyes as I tried to fall asleep, a way to forget about the pain, but nothing was working. The pain building up in my heart was becoming unbearable. I wanted to talk to someone, anyone. I could talk to Clint.

I shook my head. Clint is likely busy with work. I let out a tired sigh and turned to my side. My phone began to buzz and dance on the bedside table, catching my attention immediately. I picked it up and gazed at the screen.

“One new message?” I read out loud.

I clicked on the icon, and what met my eyes made all the b***d drain from my face.