Daddy's Little Whore
Daddy’s Little Whore – Part 37

KEIRA’s POV

Trees whooshed past me as I drove by, one hand resting on my car’s window and the other on my steering wheel. A song I had picked out wafted out of the loudspeakers as I tapped my fingers to the beat. Evening drives were therapeutic in a way but not when I was behind the steering wheel.

Natasha sat beside me, typing away on her phone and being the passenger princess as always.

“What do you think about hypnotherapy?” I asked her out of the blue.

She turned to me in the driver’s seat with her eyebrows furrowed. “You mean hypnosis?”

I nodded, turning in a corner. “Clint suggested it.”

It had been on my mind since Clint brought it up during our last therapy session. Was I really one step away from overcoming my trauma? The way he described it made it seem like that. If only it was that easy.

Being normal again without having to relive that horrible day over and over was something that sounded impossible months ago. Now Clint had given me hope.

“Who is Clint?” Brendon chipped in from the backseat as I stared at him from the rearview mirror.

“Keira’s therapist,” Natasha supplied. “…who seems like more than just a therapist at this point.”

I rolled my eyes at Natasha. “You would never let it go, would you?”

I had been driving non stop for three hours and I almost could not feel my legs. It was Thanksgiving and we were on the road to Brendon’s family house. My dad did not care much about Thanksgiving enough to celebrate it, and Natasha’s parents were out of the city. So that left us with Brendon and his family. They were our only option.

They were relatively nice people, and I knew that because I met them once when Brendon and I were still together.

It was weird going with your ex to his family gathering. That thought only crossed my mind seconds ago but I shrugged it off. Brendon and I are friends now. It shouldn’t matter. He seemed cool with it.

“Keira still has the hots for her therapist?” Brendon asked to confirm and Natasha nodded. “I thought it was a joke when you guys brought it up.”

“It was not,” Natasha said. “And from the looks of it, he wants her too.”

“Well, that is interesting. You both want what you should not have. I would like to see how that plays out.”

“I am glad my life is of entertainment to you.” I saw Brendon throw me a smirk from the rearview mirror. “The thrill of it is what excites me, do you know what I mean?”

“Absolutely not,” Brendon and Natasha both said at the same time.

“Think about it. Humans are programmed to desire what they cannot have the more. Why do you think Eve ate that goddamned apple?”

Natasha stroked her bare chin, looking thoughtful. “I think she has a point.”

“See? Thank you for backing me up here.”

“Come on Tasha, not you too,” Brendon sighed. “That is an impractical analogy of why you would want to bang your s*x therapist.”

“Whatever you say, champ.”

They would not understand me unless they were in my shoes. Who would get locked up in a room with Clint and would not break? That man was f*****g sexy.

It was their idea for me to get therapy in the first place. However I was getting it should be the least of their concerns.

I recognized Brendon’s family house at the corner of a street and accelerated towards that direction. Children played around the lawn, their mothers’ watchful eyes never leaving them despite engaging in conversations with other guests.

The scent of barbecue filled up my nose the minute I got out of my car. The atmosphere smelled absolutely fantastic. My stomach growled in hunger from the aroma.

“Your parents know we are no longer together, right?” I asked Brendon. An important question because I would hate to be the one to break the news to them.

“I may have forgotten to tell them that.”

“What do you mean you forgot?” I snapped at him as he laughed. He thought this was funny?

“Relax. Just talk to them the way you used to.”

“Easy for you to say.”

We made our way in through the front door. Brendon’s mom was in the kitchen, standing at one of the counters and fixing together what looked like several sandwiches. Inside the house was even more crowded than the outside, with men and women talking in loud voices, and children racing all over the place. One dug his hand into a dessert arranged at the edge of the dining table and licked it off his pointy finger.

Then he gave me a cheeky smile when he caught me looking and ran off.

“Thanksgiving with your family is still as chaotic as ever,” I whispered to Brendon. It was not as bad as the first time I came here. Or maybe I had just gotten used to it.

“It is not too late to make a run for it. Mom has not seen us yet…”

“Brendon! What a surprise.” His mom wiped off her sticky hands on her apron and walked up to us.

“Hey, mom.”

I awkwardly stood aside as they enveloped themselves in a hug, Brendon towering over the woman’s petite figure. When they broke apart again from the hug, she fully turned to me.

“You really did bring Keira along. I thought you would not listen to me.” She directed a smile at me and rubbed at my arm. “It is good to see you again. You guys came right on time.”

“Everywhere smells good. Makes driving over here for hours worth it,” I said, following her into the kitchen and staring at the whole mess. Plastic plates littered the kitchen sink and a ton of other things that weren’t kept in place. “What can I do to help?”

“Just take out the turkey in the oven. It is hot so you have to be careful about it.” She gave me a pair of oversized oven gloves and I slipped them on.

“It is a full house,” I commented. “How are you going to feed all these people?”

“There are still more coming on the way. It is even worse on Christmas. Would you be here for Christmas also? We would love to have you.”

I took my time before answering that, not missing the hopeful glint in her eyes when she invited me. She would be heartbroken to hear Brendon and I broke up, I just knew it. They thought of me as family and I felt guilty that my f****d up life messed things up. That was my thing. Messing everything up. I was good at it.

“Sure. I will be here,” I replied with a reassuring smile, carrying the tray of turkey to the table to avoid any more questions from her. Questions I might not be able to answer.

I could not keep avoiding her all night, though. But it was worth the effort.

I spotted Natasha in a corner talking with some guy. His back was turned to me so I could not get a view of his face, but he looked hot. Her eyes wandered and found mine as I wriggled my eyebrows at her.

“You look ridiculous doing that.” Brendon came up to me. I swatted his hands away from a dessert and gave him a warning look.

“Stop poking your hands into the dishes. You are no different from the kids around here.”

“What did my mom say to you? I could see you trying to avoid her.”

Shit. Was I that obvious? “She invited me over for Christmas. I could not say no. This is all your fault.”

“Me? How?”

“If she did not think we were still together, she would stop inviting me to every family gathering.”

Brendon’s expression turned serious in a split second, and I feared I might have said something wrong. “Do you not want to be a part of our family anymore?”

He was taking it more personally than he should, and I was about to say something in response when his mom’s voice pierced through the air.

“Dinner is ready, everyone. Let us dig in.”

It took a while to get the kids to settle down. I stood there by myself and watched everyone take up seats around the dining table.

This was going to be one hell of a Thanksgiving dinner.