Daddy's Little Whore
Daddy’s Little Whore – Part 76

KEIRA’s POV

My hands were gripping the steering wheel tightly as I drove down the road at a considerable speed. I was extremely thankful that Clint had gotten my car fixed and delivered to the front of the investment building.

Leaving Clint had a huge effect on me. It felt like I was back to square one, an anxiety mess. Clint’s presence had a way of comforting me and putting my mind at ease, but now that he was not here, I was beginning to get paranoid.

I glanced at my rearview mirror once in a while and out of my window. The pedestrians walking along the road all seemed different to me, in a way. Normally, I paid no mind to them as they were not important to me, but today, it seemed different.

It felt like my stepbrother was amongst the crowd of passersby, watching me as my car went by. I stole a quick glance backwards and saw different cars behind me. What if my stepbrother was in one of those cars, watching me, following me?

My hands began to tremble on the wheel, and focusing on the road was getting difficult. I began to worry about my father. What if my stepbrother had found him?

I began to increase the speed of the car. I needed to get to my father as soon as possible. I drove for what felt like hours until I reached my destination. I turned off my car almost immediately and flew out of it.

I dashed to the front door and barged in like a maniac.

“Papa?!” I yelled, my voice echoing back to me.

I walked further in and looked around. The house was dead silent, and that did not help my anxiety and paranoia. I dashed into the living room, but there was no sign of life in it. My heart began to race. I bolted to the kitchen and up to the library, searching room for where my father could be, but he was nowhere to be found.

“Papa!” I screamed.

I bolted down the hallway and up to the door of his room. Without knocking, I barged in.

“Pap-“

I paused and went mute when I saw him sleeping peacefully on his large bed. A wave of relief washed over me, and I let out a long sigh. I walked into his room and circled around the bed to get a good look at his face.

My father’s body was still, and the only noticeable movement was the rise and fall of his chest to indicate he was breathing. I had never felt so much relief in my life. I crouched down in front of my father, gazing at his peaceful face.

I did not want to lose him, just like I had lost my mother and my brother.

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“Contestant two seems to have more points than the others! Will they win this round? Or will the other contestants make a comeback?”

The TV was booming with life, and I could hear it all the way from the kitchen. I stood in front of the cooker, stirring the large pot of beef stew. My father had specifically requested this meal for dinner, and it delighted me to prepare it for him.

I looked down at the chunks of beef, moving along as the stew boiled. No matter how much I tried to zero my thoughts from it, the thoughts kept coming back.

My anxiety and paranoia did not end when I found out my father was safe and sound. It would be stupid of me to think that my stepbrother would stop with just a single call. He was going to do more, and that worried me greatly.

The best thing to do was to stay alert. I had no idea where he was or what he was doing. The fact that he had this much control over me made me mad. I wanted to go back to the days were I would have nothing to worry about. I glanced at my father, who was sitting down at the dining table, watching tv and waiting for his dinner.

I was more worried about my father than I was about myself. He was the only family I had left, and I could not let that maniac take him away from me.

“These game shows are ripoffs, don’t you think?”

My father’s voice cut through my thoughts.

“Yeah,” I replied and zoned out again.

My eyes went to the window right in front of me. It was wide open, and I could see the next lawn. Through my peripheral vision, I sighted the silhouette of a man, and my heart dropped. I slid the window shut and tried to focus on cooking.

“Mrs Sal next door gave me this blueberry pie today, and it tasted good. I left a slice for you in the refrigerator. You should try it. It is a masterpiece,”

“Okay, papa,”

I grimaced and kept turning the stew until it was perfectly done. My mind was a blur, and thinking straight was not within my capabilities. I reached for the cupboard and picked out some plates and cutleries to serve dinner.

A loud bang sounded on the window beside me, startling me to death. I jolted back and let go of the plates I held. They all fell to the ground and shattered to pieces.

“Keira? Are you okay?” My father asked as he rose up from his chair.

My head snapped to the window, and I saw a small bird hitting its beak on the surface of the glass. I let out a sigh of relief. My father came up to me and held my hand up to his eyes.

“Did you get hurt?”

I shook my head, unable to speak. I was still in a state of shock, and my heart was pounding loudly in my chest. My father let out a sigh and looked at me with a worried look on his face.

“You have been so out of it today. I noticed it earlier. You are not acting like yourself. What is wrong?”

I squeezed the apron I had on and bit my lips. Telling my father about my stepbrother was a wrong move. It could cause him a heart attack again, and I definitely did not want that.

“I… I am just a bit down about Brendon travelling,” I lied.

“Oh, then you should get some rest and calm your mind. No need for dinner tonight. Let us go to bed.”

I blinked at him.

“But you really wanted to have beef stew.”

“I can always have that tomorrow, okay?”

I sighed and gave him a nod. Saying no to my father was a difficult thing to do.

I looked down at the shards of ceramic decorating the floor. Papa looked down as well and smiled reassuringly at me.

“I will take care of it,” he said.

I nodded and gave him a k**s. “I love You, Papa,” I said before disappearing up the stairs.