The creepy sugar daddy :my best friend's untold story.

 I’m Lala. And I’ve been keeping this but I think I need to write it down to get it off my chest .to tell you about my best friend, Eve.

Eve and I? We were just two regular girls in college. We stayed up way too late binging Netflix, stressing over exams, talking about our crushes and boyfriends like all girls our age do. sharing noodles because we were always broke. Eve was the quieter one, the kind of girl who’d rather listen than talk, but her laugh could light up the whole room.

I used to think I knew everything about her. Until she met him.

It started last year, on a random Tuesday night. We were sprawled on our dorm beds, scrolling through our phones, when Eve suddenly said:

I looked at her like she’d grown two heads.

“Easier how?” I asked.

She turned her screen toward me. A dating app profile was open—photos of older men in fancy suits, expensive cars, luxury vacations. She’d downloaded a sugar daddy app, just for fun, she said.

At first, I thought it was a joke. But then Eve started chatting with this guy named Damien. He was older, rich, and ridiculously charming, at least in texts. He offered to pay her bills, spoil her with gifts, and even give her “an allowance” every month.

I told her it was risky. She said she was just talking.

But things changed fast. Damien sent her new clothes, jewelry, and money “just for coffee.” Eve started sneaking out at odd hours. She’d come back with designer bags, smelling of expensive cologne and looking like she’d stepped out of a magazine, and of course I enjoyed the money too it sounds pretty good right? well I’ll hold your hand when I say this all I need to be held my self but it isn’t .

She stopped laughing as much. She barely looked me in the eyes.

One night, she came home shaking. She wouldn’t say a word, but I saw the bruise on her arm and the tear stains on her blouse.

I tried asking what happened, but she just stared at the floor. That was why I’m telling this story—for Eve, because she wouldn’t.

I didn’t know exactly what went on between her and Damien. I just knew my best friend wasn’t the same anymore her once glittering eyes full of life and her warm smile that would lit the room was gone .

And sometimes, when I saw the shadows under her eyes, I wondered how a little swipe on a dating app had turned our normal college life into something I barely recognized.

They planned a date and I hesitated, but she was determined.

At first, the date was normal. Chatting, laughing softly over dinner. Damien was polite, pulling out Eve’s chair, complimenting her dress. He even gave her money tucked into a small envelope, telling her it was “just a little gift.”

He drove her home afterward in his sleek black Mercedes, the leather seats cool against her bare arms.

But later…

Something changed.

Eve said his eyes grew colder. He pulled the car into a dark, empty parking lot instead of dropping her off at our dorm. He leaned closer, his voice dropping low as he started asking her questions—how far she was willing to go, what she’d do for more money, whether she’d keep secrets for him.

He touched her leg. Told her she owed him now for everything he’d spent.

She tried to laugh it off, tried to say she wanted to go home. But his hand tightened on her thigh.

That was all Eve would tell me, even when I begged her for the truth.

But when she finally got home that night, she locked herself in our bathroom for an hour. I could hear her crying through the door.

Since then, she barely talked. She kept her phone face-down. And sometimes I caught her staring into space, like she was remembering something she wished she could forget.

Eve kept on with the dates.

She would come home even in a worse state I didn’t recognize.

Her makeup smudged, clothes wrinkled, hands shaking sometimes.

She’d head straight to the bathroom, lock the door, and take the longest showers. Sometimes I heard her crying softly through the running water.

I didn’t know what to do.

This was my best friend.

She never kept secrets from me. Ever.

But now she was.

I told her one night while we scrolled on our phones in bed, our fairy lights glowing dimly above us: leave him eve leave that scumbag delete the app and the money just forget about it! we always survived before although it wasn’t enough at least we were happy eve.

She didn’t look up. She just kept scrolling like she hadn’t heard me.

Then she whispered, “ it's over lala its all over now there’s no turning back.

That sentence hit me like cold water.

I turned to look at her fully, and she finally met my eyes. That was when I saw it—pure fear. Not sadness. Not guilt. Fear.

I wondered what Damien had done that made her so scared to leave him.

Was it threats? Blackmail? Or something worse?

She wouldn’t say. And honestly, I was too scared to ask again our lives continued to be hell my eve was gone and I felt lost too .I wished to do something I had to do something but what ?I felt like I had a hand in it I felt so guilty whenever she came home looking like she sold her soul to the devil .

Sometimes, when I lay awake at night, I wondered if she was out there somewhere, calling for me Or if Damien would make sure she could never come back to me one day.

Because I used to believe secrets were things you whispered in the dark to your best friend. But now I know some secrets can swallow a person whole.

And sometimes, the scariest stories are the ones your best friend never tells. But what is it what did Damien do to my best friend eve has never been a weak one ,even between us she was always the one standing out and looking out for me but it’s my turn to look out for her I will know what’s going on I have to find out what Damien did to her .”I told myself “while I looked out the window waiting for eve to come home.