Daddy's Little Whore
Daddy’s Little Whore – Part 108

KEIRA’s POV

“I’ll drive Papa,” I suggested as we walked down the driveway.

Papa was about to protest, but he shrugged and rummaged into his pocket for his keys.

“Alright,”

I stepped towards the car door and tried to pull the door open, but it refused to budge.

“Oh, the car doors are locked. Let me,” Papa offered and walked over to where I stood.

He stood beside me, his arms brushing against my injured arm through the wooly sweater. I winced and jolted back in pain. Papa turned to me, his eyes filled with shock.

“What happened?” He questioned.

“Oh, i-it is nothing,” I stuttered.

“Are you sure?”

I nodded, and thankfully, he did not press further.

As I settled in the driver’s seat of Papa’s car, my heart still thumped in my chest as I waited for him to sit beside me. I sighed as I pulled out of the driveway and onto the main road, with Papa sitting quietly beside me. He looked so frail and sickly, and I was glad he had finally agreed to go for a full-body check-up after much persuasion.

“Are you feeling okay, Papa?” I asked, glancing over at him.

“I am fine, just a little tired,” he replied, his voice weak.

You should take it easy from now on. You are not getting any younger, you know,” I said, trying to keep my tone light.

“I know, I know. But there’s still so much to do,” Papa said, looking out the window.

I exhaled and turned away from him.

We drove silently for a while, both lost in our thoughts. It was not until we pulled up outside the hospital that my father finally spoke up again.

“I hope this will not take too long,” he said impatiently.

“Do not worry, Papa. We are in good hands. Let’s just get this done, okay?” I said, trying to reassure him.

Papa hated going to the hospital. He often nagged about how he hated the smell of antiseptic.

We got out of the car and made our way to the hospital. It was a huge, imposing building with gleaming floors and a crowd of people. We walked up to the reception desk, where a friendly nurse greeted us and took my dad’s information.

“Okay, Mr. Temple, please take a seat, and you will be called into a room soon,” the bubbly receptionist said courteously.

We nodded, and we took a seat in the waiting area.

After waiting a few minutes, we were called into a small room where a nurse took Papa’s b***d pressure, temperature, and other vitals. The process was quick and efficient, and we were soon led into a larger room where a doctor was waiting for us.

My heart sank when I gazed at his face. The same doctor had examined and tended to my wound after the accident. As our eyes met, his face brightened up.

“Hi miss!” he said, with a smile. “What brings you to the hospital today? And how is your arm now?”

With my heart racing wildly, I tried to devise an excuse. “Oh, um, my father is just here for a check-up,” I said, my voice unconvincing even to my own ears.

I tried to avoid his question, but the doctor was persistent.

“Your arm, I hope it is all healed now.”

I looked at the doctor, dead in the eyes, hoping he would catch my drift and keep shut, but he proceeded to ask again.

“I hope you felt no discomfort whatsoever?” He asked.

“Keira, what is he going on about?” Papa asked.

His question shook me to my boots.

“I am fine, doctor. You must be mistaking me for my friend, Natasha, who I came with to get her wound treated,” I lied.

The doctor looked at me quizzically, and I could feel my cheeks turning red. I knew I was not fooling anyone. But to my surprise, he said nothing.

“Is everything okay, Keira?” Papa asked again, his expression becoming more serious.

I hesitated for a moment, not sure what to say. But then I realized that there was no way I could tell Papa the truth. I did not want him to know Calvin was already threatening my life. I took a deep breath and decided to come up with whatever I could.

“Natasha, um, had a little accident a few days ago,” I said. “He treated her. I was here with her, so he may have confused me for her.”

The doctor looked like he spaced out for a second. I concluded that his mind was probably trying to register my words.

The doctor looked like he spaced out for a second. I concluded that his mind was probably trying to register my words.

Papa looked at me in surprise and then at the doctor. “How is she now?” he asked, concern etched on his face.

I nodded. “Natasha is fine now, so you have nothing to worry about.”

Papa nodded. “Yes, I think I will pay her a visit someday.”

“Well, Mr. Temple, please sit here so we can run some tests.”

Papa nodded and sat down in front of the doctor.

The doctor examined him thoroughly, asking him to do a few simple exercises to check his reflexes and mobility.

After the examination, the doctor gave us a brief report and asked us to wait for the test results. We waited a while in the hospital cafeteria, sipping on cups of hot coffee. My mind was still fixed on our conversation with the doctor.

My heart and mind were still racing. I let out a sigh and sipped some more coffee.

Finally, the nurse came holding a file, and we looked at each other nervously. The doctor smiled reassuringly and opened the file.

“Well, I am happy to say that everything looks good. Your father’s vitals are stable, and there are no major issues to report,” he said with a smile.

I let out a sigh of relief and squeezed Papa’s hand tightly. It was a massive weight off my shoulders to know that he was okay, and I was glad that we had gone for the check-up.

“But,” the doctor continued. “His b***d pressure was pretty high. I recommend getting some more rest and not overworking yourself too much.”

I looked at Papa, who said nothing but nodded.

“Thank you so much, doctor,” I said gratefully.

“You’re welcome. Just remember to take care of yourselves.”

I was pretty relieved, seeing as nothing fatal was wrong with Papa, but as we left the hospital, I could not get over the lies I had told him.