Daddy's Little Whore
Daddy’s Little Whore – Part 118

KEIRA’s POV

I laid on my bed, staring up at the ceiling as my mind raced with anxious thoughts. The room was so dark that I could barely see my own hand in front of me. The curtains were drawn tightly over the window, blocking out any sliver of sunlight that dared to enter. It was daytime, but it might as well have been the middle of the night.

Calvin’s sudden appearance had shaken me to my core. When he disappeared from our lives, I was glad. I thought I was finally safe, but his appearance had shattered that illusion. I was too scared to leave my room, too scared to face him again.

What if he was right outside the house, waiting for me? Now, I was hyper aware of my surroundings.

My anxiety was at an all-time high, and every little sound made me jump. I could not focus on anything, and my mind was constantly racing with worst-case scenarios. I felt trapped, like a prisoner in my own room.

Suddenly, I heard a knock on my door, and Natasha’s voice calling out to me. “Keira, are you okay?” she asked, concern lacing her voice.

I hesitated for a moment before responding. “I am fine, Natasha. I do not need anything.”

Natasha persisted, “Are you sure? I made breakfast, and I brought some up for you.”

“No, it’s okay. I am not hungry.”

“Look, I know you are sick, and you barely have an appetite, but you need to eat something. Brendon called and he is super worried about you Keira,”

I bit my l*p as I grimaced. I had lied to Natasha that I was sick. That was the only way I could convince her about why I had suddenly fainted in the cafeteria. All I was doing was making her worried, and Brendon was also worrying about me now.

I heard Natasha sigh, and then the sound of her footsteps receding down the hallway. I waited for a few moments before getting out of bed to retrieve the breakfast she had left at my door. The least I could do, was eat the breakfast she had prepared for me.

The smell of eggs and toast made my stomach churn, but I knew I needed to eat something. I sat down at my desk and tried to force myself to eat, but my appetite was still nonexistent.

I pushed the food aside and rested my head in my hands. The fear and anxiety still weighed heavy on me, and I did not know how to make it go away. My alarm clock started to ring incessantly, drawing my attention to it.

It was few minutes after 10 am, which was time for my Saturday therapy session with Clint. I did not want to leave my room, but I knew that this was something I could not miss.

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I sat in Clint’s office, my thoughts a million miles away. I had been coming here for months now, and each session felt like a lifeline to me. But today, I could not seem to focus on anything. I was lost in my own thoughts, my mind racing with worries and fears.

“Keira?” Clint’s voice called out to me, jolting me back to the present.

I looked up to see him watching me closely, concern etched on his face. “What is wrong?” he asked, his tone gentle but insistent.

I tried to smile, to reassure him that everything was okay, but I could tell from the way he looked at me that he was not buying it. “I am fine,” I said, hoping to put him at ease.

But he was not so easily swayed. “You do not look fine,” he said, his eyes scanning my face. “You are pale, and you look like you have not slept in days. Something is definitely wrong, Keira. Please tell me what it is.”

I hesitated for a moment, my mind racing with all the things I wanted to say but could not. I could not tell him about the photo. There was no way I could let him know how Calvin had threatened me for my father’s company. I could not tell him about the fear that had been consuming me for days now.

Instead, I shook my head and forced a smile. “It is nothing, really. Just a little stressed, that is all.”

Clint did not look convinced, but he did not press the issue any further. Instead, he moved on to our usual session, asking me questions about my day-to-day life and how I was feeling.

But even as we talked, I could not shake the feeling of anxiety etched in my mind and my heart. I was spiraling out of control, and that I did not know how to stop it.

“Okay, that would be all for today,” Clint said with a soft smile.

I let out a sigh of relief and rose up from the chair. “Then, goodbye-“

Clint grabbed my wrist and I looked at him, wide eyed. “Let us have lunch together. Remember we had to cancel the last time.”

I froze and my face went pale. Going outside? With Clint? I did not want to do that. What if Calvin was around and he took more pictures of us?

I swallowed and gazed at Clint. There was no way I could refuse. I nodded and Clint’s face brightened up. He grabbed his keys and we walked out of his office and out of the large building.

I mechanically followed behind him, making sure you keep my distance. Clint paused and turned to me, a puzzle look on his face.

“Why are you walking behind me?” He chuckled and reached for my hand.

I moved my hand away on reflex and it was until after I had done that, that I realized the weight of it. Clint was looking at me, his face filled with shock and confusion.

His eyes grew cold and he walked up to me.

“I know you are hiding something from me Keira. I did not want to push further before but this is getting out of hand. Tell me what is wrong?”

My gaze slipped to the ground and I stood with him towering over me, like I was a child that had done something bad.

“Clint, I am fine, there is nothing wrong.”

“Do not lie to me Keira,” Clint boomed.

From his firm tone, I could tell that he was serious. I looked up at him and the scowl on his face was all the conviction I needed.

As I opened my mouth to speak, my eyes trailed to a very familiar man, standing right behind Clint.