Daddy

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LAUREN POV

"Brad you shoudn't be here!" I scolded him as Brad smiled.

"I'm sorry I just wanted to talk to you," he said looking over my shoulder.

"Couldn't you just texted me?" I questioned and he shook his head.

"Hurry up, you're so lucky that my dad isn't home," I mumbled grabbing hold of his arm and dragged him inside the house.

"What's the matter? What is it that you so badly want to tell me?" I asked crossing my arms, he took a deep breath.

"I saw you and Camila yesterday. Talking in front of your house. And then she went inside. I thought this all fiasco stopped Lauren? You're just hurting the people who cares about you," Brad said while caressing my cheek, I sighed guiltily.

"I know Brad... I just don't know what else I'm supposed to do." I whined and he pulled me in a hug, wrapping his arms tightly around my waist.

"It's okay baby, don't worry too much. I'm not mad I just thought you were better then this. I care so much about you," he mumbled and I nodded.

"I know, you tell me this so many times Brad."

"But you just don't listen," he interrupted as I tool a harsh breath.

"I know," he mumbled, placing a kiss to my forehead.

"Now tell me everything that happened." He said smiling before bringing me over to the couch.

After explaining the whole situation between Camila and I, Brad sighed and shook his head disappointedly, which only made things much worse.

But I'm so glad he didn't get off his head at me, he actually kept his cool.

"So you guys sorted it out? Brade questioned raising an eyebrow.

His hand was placed on my thigh, just how Camila does.

"Over spanking." He said and I started laughing.

"When you put it like that...it sounds awful," I pointed out as Brad groaned.

"Because it is, who the fuck is she?" He questioned as I shrugged.

"I don't even know myself," I replied.

"Like who even does that? It's like discipline, you have every right to talk to her like you did. She's sick!" He cussed out a few words while running his hand through his hair.

"I guess, it's not like she apologised or something I over reacted," I stated and he sighed.

"No you fucking didn't, you shouldn't be going back to her Lauren, she doesn't deserve you," he spat angrily.

"Brad are you okay?" I questioned softly and he shrugged.

"It's just I don't want you being hurt again, you mean too much to me Lauren, I mean she's probably using you for sex, oh god I wouldn't, if I was her I would cherish every single moment I have with you because if I lost you I would have nothing, and I mean like seeing you have someone that you want in a complete different way, she probably doesn't want that, she has a girlfriend for fucks sake and you're still messing around with her?" Brad raised his voice after every breath.

"Brad..."

"No don't Brad me Lauren, you are behaving like a-"he stopped immediately and looked at me softly.

"Lauren, I didn't mean what I was going to say,"

"A slut?" I finished off his sentence as he looked down.

The pain of realisation stabbed me in the chest, making it hard for me to breathe.

I mean, Brad is right.

I am behaving like slut. I'm doing all this kinky shit behind her girlfriends back.

Why?

I'll tell you why. Because this is the only thing that can grab Camila's attention towards me.

It's so disgusting.

Yet I want her so badly still, behind all of the dick moves she makes, she is the most sweetest guitar player you could ever meet.

She just lost herself throughout the past couple of year and she needs to regain herself again, before she starts to lose everyone.

Everyone including me.

"You're right," I sighed as he stared at me confusingly.

"She has a girlfriend, and I'm fucking around with her,"

"But Brad, I don't know why." I continued before placing my head in my hands.

"It's so frustrating," I groaned.

Brad nodded.

"I don't know why I keep going back to her,"

"Lauren, I don't even know myself, just talk to her about it, I'm sure she would understand, and if not then just tell her girlfriend...I don't know," Brad shrugged.

"This is so confusing," I sighed rubbing my temples in frustrations.

"Yeah you've already said that, look you just got to give yorself a few days and get over this whole situation. I don't want you to get in any trouble you know." He explained and I nodded.

"But I love-"

"Can we please stop talking about you and her? It's making me feel uneasy!" Brad snapped.

I nodded slowly, he stood up and picked up his leather jacket.

"I'll see you soon," he mumbled, walking out the door leaving me in complete and utter silence.