Daddy's Little Whore
Daddy’s Little Whore – Part 30

KEIRA’s POV

I jolted up from my sleep in the middle of the night, sweating and panting profusely. As I glanced around my dark room and realised it was only a dream, I gave a deep sigh of relief. It has been another of my nightmare episodes that will not stop recurring since that day.

I had not been getting them for a few weeks and I had thought they were completely gone. I had no idea why the nightmares were coming back now, but I did not like it. They made me feel some type of way that was hard to explain.

No one would ever fully get me. Except Clint, of course. He just understood me. And it might only be the natural relatability that came with being a therapist. Whatever it was, it made me feel seen and heard. Something that had not happened in a very long time.

Now fully wide awake, I climbed out of my bed and walked over to my shelves, running my fingers along the books stacked up there until my hands found what they were looking for. My family’s picture album. I had not opened it in years, trying not to get caught up in the sickening nostalgia. But I missed them.

I slid down to the cold floor, flipping through the pages of what once used to be a very happy and joyful me. The good old days before it all went wrong. A photo my eyes landed on was me nestled between my mother and twin brother, smiling without a worry in the world.

Unable to control my emotions, I snapped the book shut and grabbed my jacket, heading out the front door. Natasha was passed out on the living room’s couch with Game of Thrones playing in the background in a really low volume. She must have been worried about waking me up with the noise.

I closed the door gently behind me. I did not check what time it was before I left the house, but I was sure it was really early in the morning.

I continued walking to clear my head, restlessly kicking on fallen leaves that were scattered on the floor until I reached a children’s park.

I wanted to squint my eyes to make sure I was not seeing things, but it was definitely Brendon sitting alone on a bench in the middle of the park. His dark hair was covered with a hoodie and he was just sitting there, looking lost in his thoughts.

He has been so engrossed in himself that he did not notice I was there. Grinning, I edged toward him a little closer. Finally, his head perked up, and his eyes latched on to me.

“Keira? What are you going here?”

“I should be asking you the same thing.” I glanced around the empty park. “Why are you sitting here all alone?”

“I could not sleep.” He shrugged it off. “What about you?”

“Same problem.”

None of us said anything after that. Then he spoke again after minutes. “Do you still have the nightmares?”

“You remembered.”

“How could I forget?” Brendon asked rhetorically. “You would always have them whenever you came to my place. Do you remember how I used to get you to fall back asleep?”

I shook my head no because I honestly did not remember. Those days felt like ages ago even if it had been just a few months back.

“Head rubs,” he said and it instantly clicked in my brain. “Worked like sorcery. You never really did tell me why you always had nightmares.”

“I would not know why I get them too,” I lied. I had never fully been open to Brendon, and I felt guilty about it sometimes because why am I able to bare my secrets to a random stranger with the label of a ‘therapist’, but found it hard to confide in a friend?

I had only known Clint for a few weeks and Brendon for a couple of months.

We sat together in comfortable silence, listening to the crickets chirp and the owls howling.

“You also never told me the other reason you recommended s*x therapy,” I said, suddenly remembering that day at the frat party. I had been so drunk and my thoughts were hazy but his words stuck to my head like permanent glue.

“S*x was the reason we broke up, wasn’t it? Weird as it sounds. I could not keep up with your crazily high libido. But now I want you to get better. For me. For yourself.”

I did not know what I did to deserve such friends who cared this much about me. It was unreal. I might have a shitty life, but I had friends who made living worth it.

“I am crazy lucky to have both you and Natasha in my life,” I told him with a smile. His hoodie covered the side of his face so I could not tell if he was smiling too.

I was not sure how long we sat there or how many hours had passed, but I could already see a glimmer of sunlight peeking behind the horizon. Few people started coming out in singles, to walk their pets, or just to have a morning run as we watched people pass through.

“I would invite you to a house party tonight, but I do not want you getting drunk and leaving halfway through the party without me,” I heard him say as I rolled my eyes. I knew he would refer back to that. I was waiting for it.

“I have sworn off alcohol and parties for the rest of the semester. So you do not have to worry about me.”

God knew what I would do next if I got alcohol in my system again. I still was not over going to Clint’s house drunk and out of my mind.

He did not seem to have a problem with it, though. So maybe I should keep using being drunk as an excuse to go to his house. Clint can’t keep holding himself back from giving me what I wanted forever.

And we both know he badly wanted it too.