Daddy's Little Whore
Daddy’s Little Whore – Part 62

KEIRA’s POV

Going back to school after missing so many days meant a whole load of work waiting for me. I was not mentally prepared for it, yet I got ready that morning to leave for class.

I wrapped up my hair in a bun as I stood in front of my mirror, giving my outfit a once over. It was modest and casual and I was satisfied with it. Even if I was not, I was late for school and could not afford to begin rummaging through my closet for another outfit. So I grabbed my car keys and walked out of the house.

Papa’s car was not in the driveway when I headed out. Where did he go that early? He was supposed to reduce work because of his health as per the doctor’s advice. The man never listened.

The journey from papa’s house to school was a bit longer in distance but I got there on time.

I tried to get some schoolwork done to catch up with my schedule. It had been a week since I had missed school and I was behind on a lot of stuff. Assignments and projects were piled up waiting for me. I had some covered with Natasha’s help, while I had to handle the rest on my own.

We had a class together that morning and I was glad we did.

“I can’t believe I have to live all alone from now on,” Natasha said with a sigh. The professor had not shown up to class yet. “The place feels empty without you.”

“Is this you admitting you can’t live without me?” I teased, wriggling my eyebrows.

“Do not get cocky now.”

I missed living with her way more than she did. I had gotten too used to her after being together for quite a long time. We were inseparable.

But there was also that part of me that despite how many times Brandon and Natasha had promised that I wasn’t sure if I wanted to trust.

I didn’t blame them. I was often unavailable while thinking I was doing my best. But it was just hard for me to really accept that it had slipped off their minds.

For a whole month!

“Trust me, I wish we could keep living together,” I replied. “But I have to be there for my dad. He needs me now more than ever.”

“Yeah, I get it.

The class got quieter when the professor walked in and started his business of the day. I pulled out my laptop to take notes as I tried not to zone out countless times.

When the hour-long lecture was finally over, I packed up my things and got ready to leave. But a voice stopped me.

“Miss Temple?” I stared back at the professor who had called out to me. “Can I see you for a minute?”

I wished I could reply with a ‘no’ in situations like this because I knew what was coming, and I wanted to avoid it. But I could not. So I fell back as all the other students filed out of the class including Natasha, leaving me with just the woman.

The professor took off her glass to look me properly in the eye.

“Your attendance has been pretty poor lately,” she began. “And your grades are plummeting. I am willing to help you if you tell me why you have not been coming into class lately.”

Papa’s health might sound like a lame excuse but I had no other reason. “My dad suffered a heart attack recently. I had to look after him. I was not missing classes intentionally.”

If she doubted me, she did not mention it. “Well, lucky for you, there is a test next week and you resumed just in time. If you had missed it, then I would not have a choice but to give you a fail. Keep up a good attendance streak from now on and you are good to go.”

“Thank you.”

She picked up her bag and left. I wondered how many of my other classes I was failing and I got my answer by afternoon. To sum it all up, I was almost failing a lot of them.

All professors in charge of classes I attended today asked me to see them after the lecture. Every single one of them. I gave them the same excuse. Papa’s ailing health.

I had missed a few tests and some who were considerate enough agreed to reschedule.

My last class for today was with professor Lewis. We had a history, so I hoped he would be more understanding of my situation.

As I expected, he requested to see me when the class ended and I walked up to him. A few students still loitered in the class, talking amongst themselves while others were buried in their phone screens.

“Long time no see, Professor Lewis,” I greeted him with a smile. He did not return it. He had been acting strange since I rejected him for s*x the moment I started therapy with Clint. I did not want to believe it was what I thought it was, his reason for acting that way.

“You have missed a lot of my classes,” he cut straight to the point. “I would no longer condone this behaviour from you if it continues this way.”

“It is my father. He…”

“I do not want to hear it,” Professor Lewis raised his voice which had students turning to stare at us. I did not like the attention we were getting. “I do not want to hear any of your excuses. They never end. If you cared about school the same way you cared about when next you are going to get laid, maybe I would take you more seriously.”

Everyone heard him loud and clear. I just wanted to crawl into a hole and hide forever. “I’ll… I will do better next time.”

He walked out on me before I even got the chance to explain the reason for my absence in the past few days. The student’s judgemental gazes burned holes into my skin as I quickly left the class, my head hanging down.

I knew what they were all thinking. They did not even try to hide it. It was written on their faces. I was a spoiled brat. That had been my reputation since high school and never had I once felt bad about it. I had been used to it.

And to be a bit more honest, I sure knew that I was some spoiled princess. Every member of the Temple family had made me their temple. But all of that had been taken away from me three years ago. Three years when none of them here knew me. Or knew how hard I had fought for my life.

They had only tagged me as a slut because of my coping mechanism.

And since I was sticking to every word my brother had told me, I have never paid them attention.

But today, something about everything that had happened and seeing Natasha after that sleepover made it get to me. It was like, right now, I was going through a whole lot of emotional and identity crisis and what they thought of me seemed like it was starting to seep through me.