Daddy's Little Whore
Daddy’s Little Whore – Part 102

KEIRA’s POV

I lay on my bed, staring up at the ceiling with my phone clutched in my good hand. I took a deep breath and hit the call button, praying that Clint would answer. After a few rings, he picked up.

“Hey, Keira,” Clint’s smooth voice came through the line, and I felt my heart rate slow a little. “What’s up?”

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. “Clint, there was an accident. I was in a car with Natasha and lost control of the steering. I do not know how, but I could not control the car again, and because of that, we hit a pole on the side of the road.”

“What? Are you okay?” Clint’s voice was concerned, and I could hear him rustling around, probably looking for his keys.

“I am okay, but my arm is messed up. I think I broke it.” I winced as I moved my arm slightly, feeling the pain shoot through it.

“I’m coming over,” Clint said firmly. “I need to check on you and ensure you are doing okay. Where are you?”

“I am home. Natasha is too.”

“Okay, I am on my way now.”

I hung up, feeling a little more secure, knowing that he was on his way. I was in pain, and I was also pretty freaked out. I could not shake the feeling that the accident was not an accident at all. I knew my car had been sabotaged somehow, and I was sure that son-of-a-gun was behind it.

There was no mistaking it. I had driven my car to school in the morning, and it was in perfect condition, and there was no way it could suddenly develop a fault with the brake. My mind quickly recalled the feeling I got when Natasha and I were outside, having a chat.

All the hairs on the back of my neck stood erect, and I could feel someone’s gaze on me. The hunch was so strong, so I was sure of it. I pushed myself up from the bed and g*****d at the pain stretching through my right arm.

I gazed at the large bandage around it. Saying it was broken would be a stretch, but it was not okay. The wound still throbbed underneath the plaster, and I frowned at it.

Although my wound was terrible, I could not help but worry about Natasha. I kept apologizing to her continuously, but she brushed it off and said it was not my fault. It hurt me because she didn’t know my stepbrother was behind it.

Natasha had reassured me that she was fine, but looking at her face wrapped up in bandages, her words were not enough to soothe my worry. At the end of the day, I convinced her to get herself checked at the hospital. After much persuasion, she agreed to go tomorrow.

My eyes trailed to the ticking wall clock, and as the long black hand moved, my anxiety seemed to heighten. There was no telling what Calvin would do to me next. And seeing how Natasha had gotten hurt because of me, there was no doubt someone close to me would get caught up in this.

Papa could be next.

I picked up my phone, anxious about how long Clint would take to get here when my screen came to life. A message popped up, and it was from Clint.

“I am at your door,” I muttered the text message out loud.

I threw my phone onto the bed and rushed out of my room, all the way to the door. I swung it open, and Clint stood in front of me, breathless. Did he run all the way here?

He walked closer and gave me a quick once-over, checking my arm. “Does it hurt?” He asked with a frown on his face.

“A bit?”

“These bandages worry me a lot,” he voiced his concern.

“Forget about that; we have better things to worry about. I think I know why I got into an accident.”

Clint raised an eyebrow at me, and he opened his mouth to speak when I held his hand and pulled him away from the door. I dragged him to my room and shut the door behind us.

“What do you mean by, you know why you got into an accident? Wasn’t it just a brake failure?”

I shook my head and went grim. “I honestly wish it was just a brake failure. I think Calvin has something to do with it.”

He nodded, his brow furrowed.

He nodded, his brow furrowed.

“That is really concerning. The bastard will go to any length,” Clint said, sounding upset. “You are sure it was not just an accident?”

I shook my head firmly. “I know my car, Clint. There is no way that it would have just lost control like that. Someone messed with it, and I am sure that someone was Calvin.”

Clint sighed and rubbed a hand over his face. “Okay. We will figure it out. But for now, let us get you to a hospital and check that arm out.”

My heart sank. I did not want to go to a public place with Clint, of all people. It would give Calvin room to mess with me again, and Clint would suffer.

I walked up to Clint, throwing myself into his hand and clutching his shirt with my good hand.

“N-No, please, let us not go to the hospital,” I said as my voice trembled.

“Why? Your wound only got first aid treatment. You should get it treated before it gets worse. It could get infected, Keira,” Clint scolded me.

I shook my head profusely. “I can’t. Going out, especially to a public place, is risky. Who knows what Calvin might pull again? I can’t risk you getting hurt because of me. Even Natasha got injured, and it is all my fault,” I croaked as my eyes burned with tears.

I heard Clint let out a long sigh, and I could feel his hands circling my waist. The feel of his body against mine began to calm my stormy heart. All the anxiety running through me was starting to calm down.

“I know you probably blame yourself for Natasha getting hurt during the accident, but that was not within your control. Do not beat yourself up about it too much.”

I nodded, and he planted a k**s on my forehead.

“Why don’t we head back to my place then? Calvin is already aware of this location. It’ll be better to be at a place unknown to him.”

I looked up at Clint through my glistening orbs and nodded, a smile curling up my lips.