Daddy's Little Whore
Daddy’s Little Whore – Part 129

KEIRA’s POV

I sat in the back seat of the car with Natasha by my side. We had been driving for a while now, but there was an awkward and uncomfortable silence between us.

I had opened up to Natasha earlier about everything. How Calvin had killed my mother and brother and how he had raped me. Natasha did not say a way but listened attentively with a blank look on her face. I could tell that she was having a hard time processing everything.

Natasha was unusually quiet, and I did not know how to interact with her. It was as if she was afraid to say the wrong thing and upset me further. I appreciated her concern, but I just needed her to say something to me.

I needed to know what she thought about me now.

As we continued to drive, Sarah broke the silence, “Where are we headed today, Miss Keira?” she asked, looking at me through the rearview mirror.

I took a deep breath before replying, “Could you take us back to our apartment, Sarah?”

“Sure thing,” she said, turning her attention back to the road.

Sarah, who had been bubbly this morning, seemed to sense the tension in the air and remained silent throughout the drive.

The car fell silent once again, and I stared out of the window, lost in thought. I could not help but feel like I had burdened Natasha with my problems, and now she was avoiding me because of it.

A pang spread through my chest. Did I disgust her now? I let out a sigh and looked at the objects and people walking down the road.

My chest felt heavy, and it was hard to breathe. The car felt like a confined space, and the tension was choking.

As Sarah pulled up to our apartment building, I let out a sigh of relief. I could not wait to get out of the car and away from the awkward silence.

We said our goodbyes to Sarah and stepped out of the car, walking towards the entrance in silence. The tension between Natasha and me was palpable, and it made me feel uneasy.

As we stepped into the elevator, the silence was deafening. I could feel Natasha’s eyes on me, but I did not want to make eye contact. I just wanted to get to our apartment and be locked up in my room, alone.

As we walked into our apartment, I headed towards the kitchen to make myself a cup of tea. Natasha followed me, and as I was boiling the water, she finally spoke up.

“I am sorry I did not say a word to you, I was just…in…a lot of shock. I wanted to say that I had no idea you had suffered that much. I did not know that was why you had turned into a s*x addict.” she said, tears starting to form in her eyes. “And I f*****g judged you. I feel terrible for not being there for you.”

I was taken aback by her sudden outburst of emotion. I walked over from the cooker and placed a hand on her shoulder.

“Natasha, it is not your fault. You had no idea. It is not something I like to talk about,” I said, trying to reassure her.

“I know, but still,” she said, wiping away her tears. “I just feel like a terrible friend.”

More tears spilled down her cheeks and I suddenly felt my eyes tears up.

I pulled her and hugged her, feeling her body shake with sobs. “Natasha, you are not a terrible friend. You are the one true friend I never had,” I said, holding her tightly.

As we pulled away from the hug, I could see the gratitude in her eyes. “Thank you, Keira,” she said, her voice still shaking. “Thank you for trusting me enough to tell me about your past. I promise to be here for you, no matter what.”

I smiled. “Thank you, Natasha. I appreciate you more than you know it. You have been a great emotional support to me. I would not have gotten therapy if you had not insisted.”

We stayed in each other’s arms, crying and sobbing. I could not help but feel relieved like a large weight had been lifted off my shoulder.

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“What do you feel like having tonight?” Clint asked, taking a sip of his coffee.

We were both seated at the table in the kitchen, a fresh cup of chamomile tea in my hands.

We were both seated at the table in the kitchen, a fresh cup of chamomile tea in my hands.

“I was thinking maybe we could make some pasta with tomato sauce and meatballs,” I suggested, hoping he would agree.

Today was one of the days we had agreed on meeting. I was staying over tonight, and I was more than thrilled. It felt like ages since we had been together and I was going to savour our time together.

Clint nodded, a smile forming on his lips. “That sounds perfect. Do you want to start the sauce while I make the meatballs?”

“Sure, I can do that,” I said, standing up to gather the ingredients.

As I was chopping up the onions and garlic for the sauce, Clint walked over to me, sliding his hands around my waist and planting a k**s on the back of my neck.

I giggled, and Clint nuzzled his head on my shoulder.

“I missed you,” he breathed along my neck.

“Well, the feeling is mutual,” I said, turning to him and planting a k**s on his cheek.

“By the way, I told Natasha about my past with Calvin,” I said, turning to face him.

Clint’s face softened, and he took my hand. “How did she take it?”

“She was shocked at first, but then, as usual, she was understanding,” I said, feeling grateful for the way she reacted.

“Well, that is to be expected. I am glad.”

I nodded and went back to cutting the onions, and I began cooking. In a few minutes, the pasta was ready, and I served it onto a plate, each of us having our own share.

Clint walked over to the TV, flipping through the channels.

“Seems like there is nothing interesting going on,” he sighed.

I twirled pasta in my fork and shoved it into my mouth as my eyes remained glued to the TV. Clint kept flicking through the channels until he stopped at the next one, and my whole body froze as we both looked at the image on the screen.