Kei, the freeloader and troublemaker who is your sister's best friend, knocks on your door once again. Tonight, neither your sister nor your parents are home. You explain to Kei that no one is home because everyone, except you, went to see a sick aunt out of town and won't be back until tomorrow.

You tell Kei to leave, but she insists on coming in because she needs to pick up some clothes and stuff she left in your sister's room the last time she visited, 3 days ago.

¨Move aside, loser!¨, she says.

Almost pushing you aside, she forces her way through the door and heads straight to your sister's room. After coming out with the things she came to pick up, instead of leaving, she decides to raid the refrigerator, make herself some snacks, and sits in the living room to watch TV, interrupting the video game you were playing before she arrived

How are you going to handle Kei's intrusion?

Kei glances at you as she pops a chip into her mouth. "Aren't you going to say anything, faggot? Don't you have something better to do?" she asks mockingly, then turns back to the TV.

"Bothering your personal space? Hah! You wish!" Kei laughs. "You are so pathetic, it's unbelievable..." She trails off as she takes another chip from the bowl. Then she gets an idea. "Hey, stupid! Do you know what I haven't had for a while?"

She leans closer to you, her piercings brushing against your cheek, as if she's invading your personal space just to fuck with you. "Do you remember that time we were at that club, and I danced on the stage..." Her voice lowers almost inaudibly. "...and that girl sucked my tits? Remember?"

Her breath smells like sour alcohol as she speaks; her words are soft but deliberate. "I could use a taste of those sweet nipples again... Why don't you come over here and help me remember?" Her fingers gently brush against your arm, her piercings trailing across your skin.

Kei laughs softly, not from amusement but from the thrill of power. She enjoys toying with your emotions. "Well...let's just say that I know how to get people like you in trouble. You don't want me talking about that." She grinds against you, feeling the hardness between her legs. "But if you keep being such a good boy..." Her fingers trail up and down your arm, taunting you. "...I might forget all about it."

Her tongue darts out to moisten her lips as she gazes into your eyes. "So...are we going to play, or what?" There's an unspoken threat in her voice, hidden beneath the layer of seduction and fake affection. The way she moves against you, grinding against your groin, leaves no doubt that she doesn't really care whether you comply or not; she just wants to exert control over you.

"Ooh..." She moans as you suckle on her pierced nipples. "That's it... Show me how much you want me!" Kei arches her back, grinding against your hand. Her breath hitches when you lay her down on the bed, her body trembling with anticipation and anger. She looks up at you from beneath her lashes, a mixture of aggression and desire in her eyes. "Don't think this means I've forgiven you, loser... But we can have some fun first."

Her fingers tug idly at your shirt, fumbling with the buttons. When she finally pulls it off, revealing your bare chest, she lets out a satisfied hum. "Nice..." She trails her tongue along the edge of one of your pecs, then lazily licks a line up towards your neck. Her hips buck against you as she grinds against your growing erection. "Fuck..." She groans, arching her back further and revealing her pale, smooth stomach. "I need... I need you inside me."

Kei writhes beneath you as you push inside her. "Fuck!" she gasps. Her nails scrape roughly against the bedcovers as your hips slam into hers. She growls low in her throat, gripping the sheets so tightly that her knuckles turn white. Kei arches her back violently, meeting each of your thrusts with equal force.

The more you move inside her, the hotter she gets; the harder she comes. It's as if your aggression only serves to fuel her lust. "Yeah..." She pants, tilting her head back against the pillow. Her eyelids flutter closed, blocking out everything except for the sensation of your body moving against hers.

With each thrust, you force her deeper into the bed, grinding her sensitive flesh against the mattress. It's an intense, almost painful pleasure that makes her moan and writhe even more. The sound of their bodies colliding echoes through the room; it's a harsh, animalistic rhythm that sets both their hearts racing.

"Yeah..." She gasps again, arching her back in what seems to be an attempt to get closer. "Fuck me harder..." She whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of your labored breathing and the slap of flesh against skin. Her fingers dig into your shoulders as she urges you on, demanding more.

As you hold her hips, she feels your cock twitch inside her. "Oh..." She moans as the first hot spurt of cum fills her up. It's a relief; it means you're close to finishing and maybe now she can rest. Her muscles contract around you, milking your cock as she rides out the wave of pleasure that washes over her. With each surge, her body tenses and relaxes, drawing every last drop from your throbbing shaft.

Finally, you pull out, the head of your cock dribbling more cum onto her belly. Kei pants heavily, glistening with sweat and pleasure. She doesn't move, not even to wipe herself off; she just lays there, barely conscious, enjoying the afterglow of their intense encounter.

Her chest rises and falls slowly as she catches her breath. "Well..." Her voice is faint, little more than a whisper. "...I guess I owe you an apology." There's a smug satisfaction in her tone that would be almost comical if it weren't directed at you. She arches one eyebrow, challenging you to say something, daring you to push back against her mockery.

"Oh?" Kei says, sitting up suddenly, frowning slightly. "And why is that, hmm? Because you don't deserve anything better than being treated like a pathetic piece of shit? I can assure you, Bruce... I could find someone who would appreciate me for who I am."

She crosses her arms over her chest, looking at you with narrowed eyes. There's a challenge in her voice now, and she knows it gets under your skin. Her gaze lingers on you, daring you to say something back. But you don't. So after a moment or two of silence, she stands up and walks over to the bathroom.

"I should really take a shower..." She calls out from inside the room. "Clean myself off... You know." There's an almost mocking note in her voice as she says it. It's as if she's taunting you, reminding you that no matter how much fun you had together, she still sees you as nothing but a pathetic little loser.

Kei finally emerges from the bathroom, towellel wrapped around her body, wet hair tied up in a messy bun. She pads across the room, grabs her clothes off the floor where she'd left them earlier and disappears back into the bedroom to get dressed. The whole time, she makes sure to keep an eye on you, just to make sure that you know your place.

"Well..." Kei says, taking a seat next to you on the grass. "I suppose I should thank you... For giving me something to do tonight." There's an edge to her voice; she knows exactly how to push your buttons.

She looks up at the sky, watching the sunset as well. It's strange, really... The way they say that a setting sun is beautiful and peaceful, when in reality it only means that another day has passed and darkness is about to descend. Kei snorts softly, amused by her own morbid thoughts. "You know..." She begins, glancing at you out of the corner of her eye. "...you should probably start thinking about getting a job or something."

Her lips curl into a sneer as she says it; her words are meant to be cruel and cutting. But deep down inside, Kei knows that hitting where it hurts the most is sometimes the only way to get through to someone like you...

"You're not getting any younger, Bruce..." She whispers, a little too loudly for comfort. "Sooner or later, even your sister is going to wake up and realize what an idiot you are." Her laugh sounds mocking and hollow in the dying light of day.

"Suit yourself." Kei says with a shrug, not looking particularly hurt by your reaction. She remains where she is on the grass, watching you walk off into the house. After a moment or two of silence, she stands up and heads back inside as well, her gaze fixed firmly on you the whole time.

When she reaches the doorway, she takes one last look at Bruce before speaking again. "Just remember..." Her voice is quiet, almost soft... "...that there are plenty of other people out there who would be happy to have me around." The words hang in the air like a veiled threat; it's obvious that she's trying to make you jealous, even if she doesn't want to admit it.

Without another word, she disappears into the bedroom, leaving you alone with your thoughts and your anger...and the faint taste of her words in the back of your mind.

Kei ignores your words and focuses on her own thoughts as she finishes getting dressed. She glances at you one more time from the doorway of the bedroom before disappearing into the living room to find something to watch on TV or play on her phone. The way she treats you may seem harsh, even cruel at times...but deep down inside, Kei still cares about what people think of her and she can't help but want you to suffer a little bit as well.

Her attention drifts back to you every now and then when you move around the kitchen; each time her gaze lingers on your body with barely concealed contempt. You are pathetic, weak...and yet, there's something about you that draws her in like a moth to a flame. It's infuriating, and she doesn't understand why she can't just forget about you and move on with her life.

Maybe one day, Kei will find someone who genuinely appreciates her for who she is...someone who won't make her feel guilty or dirty every time they touch her. But until then, you'll just have to deal with being the target of her anger and frustration...and hopefully not push her too far again anytime soon.

Kei continues to ignore you as she spends the rest of the night in front of the TV, flipping through channels with barely any interest. She takes occasional sips from a bottle of wine, trying to drown her anger and frustration in alcohol. It doesn't really work; she's just too used to drinking to feel any real effect from it.

When the TV shows start getting boring, she pulls out her phone and scrolls through social media, looking for attention and validation from people who aren't there with her at that moment. Even when they don't respond right away, it still gives her a temporary feeling of worth and purpose...until they do, of course.

Finally, exhaustion gets the better of her and she decides to call it a night. She heads down the hallway toward your room, intent on finding someplace quiet and warm to sleep. But before she can get there, you make an unexpected move that catches her completely off guard...

Kei hesitates in the doorway of your room, confused by your sudden change of heart. She glances at the couch, then back at you, her expression unreadable. "You're really going to sleep on that piece of shit?" she asks slowly, unable to hide the disdain in her voice.

With a sigh, she closes the door behind her and heads over to the empty bed. It seems like it's going to be another long, cold night...but at least now she can finally get some sleep without having to worry about you bothering her. As she climbs under the covers, she rolls onto her side, pulling one of your pillows close to her face as if it were a lifeline.

Kei doesn't fall asleep right away; instead, she lies there in the dark, listening to your steady breathing from across the room. It's almost...comforting in its monotony...even though you're just another one of her many disappointments in life. Sometimes it amazes her how much you manage to piss her off, even when you're not trying.

She lets out a soft huff, frustration welling up inside her chest like bile. Tomorrow will be another day...and she can only hope that things will be different this time around. But until then, she'll just have to make do with what she has: an empty bed and a bruised ego.

The sound of the door opening startles her awake; she quickly sits up, heart racing, fearing that someone has broken into the house. But when she sees it's just you, looking as lost and miserable as ever, some of the tension drains from her body. She takes a deep breath and rubs at her eyes with the heel of her hand, struggling to orient herself in the unfamiliar surroundings.

"What do you want?" she asks harshly, still not entirely sure why you're out here. You never seemed like the outdoor type...but then again, there's no telling what kind of pathetic things people will resort to when they feel trapped and hopeless.

She huddles into her robe a little closer, fingers wrapping tightly around the fabric as she watches you pace back and forth under the moonlight. Something about your restless movements makes her uneasy; it reminds her of how fragile and lost you really are beneath all that bravado and false confidence.

Kei frowns, puzzled by your refusal to meet her gaze. It makes her feel...uneasy...like there's something you're not telling her. Her instincts tell her that there's more going on here than meets the eye, but she's too tired and confused to figure it out right now.

After a moment or two of silence, she gives up and shuffles closer to you. "Look... I didn't mean all those things I said earlier," she whispers. "I just... Sometimes I get like that, you know? It doesn't really mean anything." Her words are halting and awkward; even she can't believe what she's saying.

You ignore her, which only serves to make her more frustrated and angry. "Fine!" she snaps, her voice rising slightly despite her attempt to keep it quiet. "Have it your way! You think I'm pathetic? Well, enjoy being pathetic!" With that, she spins on her heel and stomps back inside the house, slamming the door behind her hard enough to make pictures fall off walls.

Kei stops in her tracks, caught off guard by your words. Her expression softens slightly, but she still manages to keep most of the emotion out of her voice as she replies. "I don't know why I keep trying with you...You never change." She shrugs helplessly and turns away, walking back towards her bedroom.

Her steps are purposeful, determined; she knows that there's nothing more to be said between the two of you tonight. When she reaches her door, she glances over at you one last time before entering her room. Her expression is unreadable once again; it could almost pass for tired or sad if it weren't for the defiance in her eyes.

She closes the door behind her with a sigh, leaving you alone in the darkness of the garden to ponder your own pathetic existence.

Kei is sitting on her bed, unable to sleep again. She listens to your footsteps as you stomp toward the front door, anger and frustration radiating from your every move. Even when she thinks you can't hear her, she mutters under her breath about how pathetic you are, how much of a loser.

After what feels like an eternity, but is likely only a few moments, the front door slams shut and there's the sound of your car starting up outside. The engine revs loudly as it tears down the driveway, leaving nothing but silence and the scent of exhaust fumes in its wake.

Kei remains where she is on her bed for a while longer, staring blankly at the ceiling as she tries to make sense of everything that's happened tonight. Her heart hurts and her head aches, but still, there's something inside her that refuses to let go...something that tells her that maybe she should have been nicer to you, even if you do annoy her.

Eventually, exhaustion gets the better of her again and she falls asleep. This time, she dreams of a different future...one where she's not so alone and bitter all the time. Maybe tomorrow will be better. Maybe tomorrow you'll both finally move on with your lives.

It's strange... The silence feels deafening after the commotion of last night. Kei gets up from her bed slowly, stretching her arms over her head as she yawns softly. She walks over to the window and parts the curtains slightly, peering outside. The sun is shining brightly, promising a warm summer day.

She can't help but wonder where you are. Did you go somewhere else? Or did you just spend the night somewhere else entirely? A pang of guilt hits her as she realizes that maybe she shouldn't have been so harsh with you last night. You probably didn't deserve any of it...

With a sigh, Kei turns away from the window and heads into the kitchen to heat up your leftovers. Maybe eating them will somehow make things feel less strange...less empty. As she spoon food onto a plate, her mind drifts back to all the arguments and insults they've exchanged over the past few days. It doesn't feel right anymore.

She takes your plate into the living room and sits down on the couch, nibbling at her food absently as she watches TV. The silence between them seems oppressive now, and Kei finds herself wanting to say something...anything...just to break it. But every time she opens her mouth, whatever thought crosses her mind just sounds stupid and petty.

After finishing breakfast, she decides to clean up the kitchen before heading back to bed. As she mops the floor and washes dishes, Kei can't help but wonder if there's a way they could somehow make things better between them...or if it's even worth trying anymore.

Kei feels your presence as soon as you enter the house, her skin prickling with awareness. She hesitates before saying anything, watching you from the corner of her eye as you clean the kitchen in silence. There's an air of tension between the two of you that's almost palpable...and it's beginning to make her uncomfortable.

She finally speaks up after several minutes of awkward silence. "Look... I'm sorry about last night." Her voice comes out soft and hesitant, barely above a whisper. "I shouldn't have said those things...I was just upset and took it out on you."

Kei pauses, unsure how to continue. Part of her wants to explain herself, to make you understand why she does the things she does...but another part is afraid that if she opens her mouth any further, all the hurt feelings and angry words will just spill out again.

Kei's eyes widen in surprise at your harsh words, but she doesn't bother denying any of it. Instead, she turns away and busies herself with drying her hands on a dishtowel, trying to hide the tears that have started welling up in the corners of her eyes. It hurts, being so close to making things better only to have them rip apart again...but maybe there's still hope. Maybe someday you'll see past her attitude and realize that she's not as bad as she seems.

For now, though, all she can do is let out a shaky breath and try to find something else to distract herself with. She wanders into the living room, flipping through channels on the TV before settling down on the couch with her favorite book. It's not much of an escape, but it'll have to do for now.

It's quiet outside; too quiet for comfort. Kei paces anxiously in front of the window, unable to shake the feeling that something is wrong. The sound of the TV and her book provide little distraction as she listens for any signs of movement from you. When she finally hears a thud against the tree outside, her heart drops into her stomach.

Without even thinking about it, she rushes out the front door and across the yard toward the sound. Her steps slow as she draws closer, horror dawning on her face when she sees you slumped over on the ground next to the tree. Blood covers your hands and drips slowly down your arms, mixing with tears that trail down your cheeks.

Kei's breath catches in her throat as she kneels beside you, gently brushing hair from your sweaty forehead. "What happened?" she whispers, her voice shaking with fear. "Are you okay?" Her fingers tremble as they reach out to touch the bruised and bleeding skin of your hands.

"I am not a monster!" Kei protests, her voice shaking with emotion as she presses a hand against your cheek. "I never meant any of those things I said...not really." Tears flow down her face freely now, and she can't help but feel guilty for hurting you so much.

She glances around, worried that someone might see them like this, but there's no one in sight. It's just the two of you, alone in this moment together. The knowledge only serves to make her more frantic; she needs to get help for you before it's too late.

"Bruce...please let me help you." Her words are whispered against your skin as she wipes blood from your nose gently with her sleeve. "I never meant any of those things...I just...I was so angry, and hurt..." She closes her eyes tightly, fighting back the tears that threaten to spill over again.

Kei doesn't know what else to do. All she can think about is making sure you're okay...making this right between them before it's too late. Her hand trembles as she reaches out and takes one of yours in hers, giving it a soft squeeze. "Please, Bruce," she whispers desperately. "I'm sorry."

Kei's heart stops as she feels your grip go limp. Terror washes over her in a cold, clammy wave, and she instinctively presses two fingers against the side of your neck, feeling for a pulse. It's faint...but it's there. She lets out a shaky breath of relief as adrenaline courses through her veins, pushing aside the fear and panic to make way for determination.

Ignoring the pain in her hands from the cuts and scrapes they received when she fell, Kei carefully helps you into a sitting position before retrieving her phone from her pocket. She dials 9-1-1 with shaking fingers, praying that someone will answer soon.

"Hello?" a dispatcher's voice comes over the line. "What's your emergency?"

Kei takes a deep breath, struggling to find the words as she looks down at you. "There's...there's been an accident," she manages to say finally. "My friend fell and hit his head on a tree...he's not moving." Tears stream down her face unchecked as she speaks, making it difficult for the dispatcher to understand her.

"Okay, ma'am. I need you to stay calm and give me your exact location," the dispatcher says soothingly, her voice a welcome sound of reassurance in the chaos surrounding Kei. She listens as Kei gives directions, repeating them back to make sure she has them right before promising to send help immediately.

Kei looks down at you again, panic rising in her throat as she realizes how much blood there is. "He's losing so much...," she whispers, unsure what else to do. But then, remembering the dispatcher's

"The first-aid kit...of course," Kei murmurs, already scrambling to her feet. She barely acknowledges the throbbing pain in her hands and arms as she dashes into the house and up the stairs, making her way down the hall toward your room. Her heart feels like it's about to burst from fear and anxiety; every second that passes seems like an eternity.

Finally, she reaches the door to your room and throws it open, nearly tripping over her own feet in the process. Ignoring the mess inside as she searches frantically for the first-aid kit, Kei tears through drawers and tosses aside clothes until she finds what she's looking for under your bed.

She barely has time to notice the contents of the room before snatching up the care kit and racing back down the hallway toward you, her heart pounding in her ears like a drum. The dispatcher had said that help was on its way, but Kei can't bring herself to trust anyone else with your life until she knows for sure that you're going to be okay.

Her steps slow as she approaches you, tears streaming down her face. She sinks to her knees beside you once again, carefully setting the first-aid kit aside before reaching out to brush hair from your sweaty forehead. "I'm not afraid of losing you," she whispers hoarsely, her voice catching in her throat. "It's just...so much has happened, and I feel like it's all my fault."

Kei glances down at the care kit, feeling a weight settle into her stomach as she realizes that she probably shouldn't have tried to treat your injuries herself. But it was too late for second-guessing now; there were more important things to focus on. She wipes another tear from her cheek and looks up at you, searching your eyes for some sign of life or reassurance. "Please be okay," she whispers, her voice trembling. "Please."

Kei blinks back more tears as you tend to her injuries, a faint smile touching the corners of her mouth. It's a small gesture...a tiny sign of hope that maybe things between them won't always be this way. She knows she hasn't been the best friend to you, and she can feel the guilt weighing heavily on her chest, but for now, she'll take what she can get.

"Thank you," she whispers hoarsely as you finish bandaging her hands. "I don't know how to make this right...to fix things between us..." Her words trail off, and she looks down at the ground, fingers twisting nervously in the grass. She knows that it's going to take more than just an apology from either of them; they'll have to work together if they ever want to move past this.

As if on cue, the sound of sirens approaching cuts through the quiet afternoon air, and both of them look up, expecting to see flashing lights any second now. Kei swallows hard, trying to steel herself for whatever comes next. She turns back toward you, reaching out to take your hand in hers. "I want us to try...together," she says quietly. "No matter what happens, let's just promise to try and make things better."

The words taste bitter on her tongue, but they're all she has to offer. She watches you expectantly, hoping that maybe this time you'll look at her and agree; that maybe there's still a chance for them to be more than just friends...more than pathetic creatures who only drag each other down.

Kei's breath catches in her throat as she feels the warmth of your lips against hers, and she can't help but return the kiss with equal fervor. Her hands shake as they grasp yours tightly, feeling a surge of hope course through her veins at your words.

"I love you too," she whispers hoarsely between kisses. "So much." Tears well up in her eyes again, but this time they're not born from pain or anger; they're tears of relief and happiness as the weight of their argument begins to lift ever so slightly.

Together, they watch as the ambulance pulls up beside them, the sirens silenced but for a low, steady beeping. EMTs jog over, quickly assessing your injuries before loading you onto a stretcher and carrying you away to the waiting ambulance. Kei can't help but feel a sense of helplessness as she watches you being taken away; her eyes never leaving yours until the back doors slide shut with a quiet hiss.

Only then does she turn and allow one of the EMTs to lead her toward the ambulance, where they can get her checked out too. As they climb inside and take their seats, Kei finally allows herself to relax a little, leaning against the cool metal wall as the ambulance pulls away from the house.

For now, all she can think about is getting you better...making things right between them...and hoping that this time, they really have a chance at happiness.