Daddy's Little Whore
Daddy’s Little Whore – Part 100

KEIRA’s POV

“And these are the charts for the last financial predictions made by…”

I sat in my business class, trying to focus on what the professor was saying. Still, my mind kept reverting to the threats my stepbrother had sent me. The last text message, in particular, stood out.

It made me feel vulnerable and scared, but Clint reassured me, and since James was on the case, it offered me a bit of relief. But something else probed my mind. It was Natasha.

We had left the apartment without saying a word to each other, but the pang in my chest was enough proof that we needed to sort things out as soon as possible.

As the professor discussed financial statements and analysis, I felt further away from the present. I could not shake the feeling that someone was watching me, and I felt a wave of anxiety wash over me.

My mind doubled back to the breathing exercises Clint had taught me. As I sat in my chair, I breathed in and out silently. It was the only thing I could do to stop myself from having a mental breakdown in class.

Suddenly, the professor interrupted my thoughts by announcing that we had an assignment due in a week. He started explaining the task, but I needed help to keep up. My mind drifted back to the threatening messages, and I could not shake them off.

For how long would this continue? Was I going to be trapped in an endless cycle of anxiety? The thought sent a wave of nausea searing through me. I did not want to live like this, like prey in constant fear of its life.

My life was not my own, and as much as I hated to admit it, Calvin had a firm hold on my life. It was infuriating how he had gotten so much control of my emotions. A text from him was enough to make me have a mental breakdown.

I frowned and began to scribble down nonsensical things on the back of my book. It was the only way I could vent my anger and anxiety. My mind slowly drifted back to the professor, who was still hammering down on the assignment.

The assignment involved analyzing a company’s financial statements and presenting a report on our replaceings. As the professor went into more detail, I could see the rest of the class groaning and grumbling. I was relieved that I wasn’t the only one struggling to focus.

The whole class was in a bad mood, and the assignment only worsened things. We had all been looking forward to this class, but now we dreaded the additional workload.

But it was the perfect thing to take my mind off all the problems plaguing it.

As the professor explained, I realized I had barely taken in any information. I knew I would have to go back and re-read the assignment details.

The professor finally and thankfully left the classroom. Everyone around me sighed from relief and exhaustion and wasted no time fleeing the class like it was infested with disease.

However, I remained seated and began picking up my books slowly. I had nowhere to go, and returning to my apartment was the last thing I wanted to do. My phone buzzed as I threw the remaining book into my bag pack.

The sound and feel of it vibrating in my bag made all the b***d drain from my face. I swallowed hard and fished it out of my bag. The message appearing on the screen was from Natasha.

I blinked in surprise, and relief flowed through me. I feared that Calvin might have sent me another threatening message.

I opened up the message and read through it.

“Hey, I am sure you are done with classes right now. I am under the pine tree beside the vending machine. Can we meet up there and talk?”

The message filled me with delight, but at the same time, it filled me with fear. I slung my bag across my shoulder and breezed out of my classroom. I rushed over to the location Natasha had described eagerly.

My eyes fell on Natasha, sitting on a bench just beside the tree she had described. I stopped to catch my breath before approaching her.

My eyes fell on Natasha, sitting on a bench just beside the tree she had described. I stopped to catch my breath before approaching her.

She did not say a word to me, nor did I. I sat beside her, and we both stayed in silence for what felt like hours.

“Um, hey, Keira,” Natasha spoke up.

My head snapped to her, and I gazed at her expectantly. What was she going to say?

“I…After our argument yesterday, I had a lot of time to think, and it dawned on me. I said many hurtful things to you, which I should not have said. You’re my best friend, and I let jealousy get the best of me. I am really sorry for everything I said. I just thought about how painful it would be to lose you, and I could not bear the thought, Keira,” She croaked.

I noticed how her eyes clouded with tears. And then I felt a push.

I wrapped my arms around her without thinking.

“I, too, am sorry. I said a lot of mean things to you. I should not have disregarded your feelings. And I also thought about how miserable I would be if I lost you over petty arguments.”

I felt Natasha’s arms wrap around me, and she buried her head in my shoulders. She began to sob, and I held her even closer. Her apology was all I needed. It suddenly made my day better.

“Do you forgive me, Keira?” She asked in between sobs

“Of course, as long as you make those your signature chocolate brownie when we return.”

We both burst into giggles that lasted for minutes. The heavy weight I felt on my chest suddenly lifted, and I felt much lighter.

Natasha withdrew from me and wiped her teary eyes. We both relaxed on the bench and began to talk. We talked for hours, and it seemed endless. We had a lot of catching up to do.

All the while we conversed happily, I could not shake off the feeling that we were being watched from a distance.