Gifted to the ‘ladykiller’

A friend, and one that is not

*Eric*

I walk up to the door of her apartment, her Being my best friend Camilla, and ring the bell, Waiting for her to open. Knowing her it can take a couple of tries as she is probably sleeping off some alcohol and most likely drugs too.

I am worried, after having seen her on some online gossip site once again, clearly not sober, dressed in skimpy clothes and with that deadbeat boyfriend of hers. The caption had said 'Camilla Carusa, pornstar', which has me worried, even if she, if I am correctly informed, has not crossed that line not yet at least.

"Oh God relax, I am on my way". She yells from the inside when I push the doorbell again.

Then she opens, wearing the same horrid red dress she wore at the party yesterday, it is low cut, showing off her ample breasts, very tight, and almost backless with a zipper on the ass, drawing the eyes. She does look like a porn star.

"Eric ?! What are you doing here ?" She looks at me with tired puffy eyes. Her makeup is smeared and honestly she doesn't look healthy.

"To be honest I am worried, I saw the pictures from last night and well they called you a porn star, so I decided to come check that you are okay". I say, stepping inside without waiting for an invite.

At least the apartment is somewhat clean, except for bottles of alcohol and glasses on the table, and ashtrays everywhere, several of them overflowing.

She closes the door with a sigh. "I am not doing porn Eric, I never will, you should know that. So you can relax".

"Well if you keep dating that ass ... Vincenzo, right ? Then you will, at some point you will". I have met him a couple of times and he is a sleeze bag. He is also a bad photographer.

A strangled sound escapes her and I turn to see her stand there with her lip quivering. "Well I am not dating that i***t any longer, so happy now ?"

"What happened Camilla ? Do I need to go kick his ass ?" When I can see she is about to lose it, I step over and pull her into my arms. "What did he do sweetie ?"

"He had some f*****g w***e with him … a new model he said. All fake boobs and botox. He ... he wanted a threesome, but I said no. So he just … you know ... with her". She rests her head on my shoulder.

I gently rub her back. "He is a disgusting pig, I always knew that. Honestly you are better off without him".

"Without him getting new work will be even harder. Can't you see that Eric ? He has all the connections". She snuggles into me.

"Bad contacts for bad work". I hold her out from me to look at her. "Darling you need to pull yourself together, stop with the erotic stuff, stop with the drinking and drugs ... if you get healthy and believe in yourself, then the roles will come … real roles".

She pulls away shaking her head. "You make it sound so easy. It isn't you know. It is quite easy to see by now that this is all I am good at, all I am worth".

"No it isn't. But honestly you tend to make it hard for yourself". I watch as she walks over to grab a bottle of vodka. "Camilla, don't".

"Why not ? It takes away the pain for a bit, it makes me feel better". She takes a big swig from it. "Just leave me alone, I can handle myself".

"Oh I can see that". I say sarcastically.

She rolls her eyes, looking like a stubborn child. And part of me thinks she could use a spanking and a house arrest. She lights a cigarette, sucking hard on it, then she grins. "I know, I know, just another way to kill myself nice and slow".

"And you seem hell bent on doing that". I say with a sigh. How do I make her see that she needs help ?

She gets this look in her eyes and suddenly grabs a knife, slowly turning it in her hand. "Well maybe I should speed up things then ... why not ? I am no use to anyone anyway".

"Camilla stop this, I know your parents did you wrong, very wrong. But you need help". I slowly step closer, not knowing how serious she might be.

"Help ? What kind of help would that be ... the ‘stop being a loser treatment’". She huffs, shaking her head. "Nothing is going to make me better".

I close my eyes. It is obvious that she has a lot of pain she is battling. "If you would just believe, and get some real help. Maybe there is some kind of treatment center. You can't go on like this".

"What does it matter Eric ? I have no real career and I never will have.. my parents have cut me off, but hey that’s the only good thing, and my boyfriend is a good for nothing asshole.. Let's face it I am wasting my life ... I am worthless and with no future to speak of". She looks from me to the knife.

I hold out my hand. "No you are not. Now give me the knife and we find a solution together".

She is shaking her head, still looking from me to the knife.

I take a deep breath, I am taking a chance here, hoping it is the right thing. "Camilla stop being stupid. Give me the knife now".

She glares at me for a second, then she places the knife in my hand and I breathe a sigh of relief.

Just then there is a knock on the door, and I go open, while keeping my eyes on her. Outside are two big guys who honestly look rather intimidating. “Yes ?”

“Camilla”. One of them just says.

“Nico ?” Camilla comes closer. “What are you doing here ?”

He just looks at her. "Go pack a bag, you are coming home with us. My father has requested your presence".