Daddy's Little Whore
Daddy’s Little Whore – Part 73

KEIRA’s POV

My heart was thumping loudly in my chest as I kept my eyes on my phone screen. I read the message over and over again. I was in utter disbelief. I read the message again, and this time, out loud for more clarity.

“Did you miss me, my dear little sister?”

Reading it out loud made it seem more real, and it frightened me even more. My eyes trailed to the sender, but it was an unknown number. My arms began to tremble. This was, no doubt, my stepbrother. How did he replace me? And if he knew where I was, then this changed a lot of things.

My lips quivered as thoughts rushed through my mind. Where was he? How had he found my phone number? And if he had my phone number, then he must have my address too. All the b***d on my face drained, and I went pale.

This was unlike anything that had ever happened to me. I was lost, unable to come up with a solution for this problem. My eyes trailed to the message again. The more I read it, the more anxiety grew within me, and the more my body trembled.

The sound of a loud car horn caught my attention instantly, and it was then I quickly realised that my eyes had been detached from the road for quite a while. My eyes snapped back to the road, and headlights flashed before my eyes.

A car was heading towards me at full speed. With the sound of the car horn filling the air and fueling my fear, I stepped on the brakes, and my tires screeched underneath me. The car in front of me did not seem to slow down, and my panic grew even further.

I gripped the steering wheel and turned my car. I swerved to the side of the road, almost colliding with a pedestrian. The car, which had been dashing towards me, drove by, and the driver stuck his head out of his window and began to rain curses on me.

“You demented twat.” She screamed.

Normally, I would frown at his vulgar comments, but that was the least of my problems. With my shaky hands on the steering wheel, I stared down at my feet. Every single fibre in my body was quaking, not just from the near accident but mostly because of the text message.

Sweat dripped from my forehead down to my chin. My eyes began to scan the car for my phone. I had quickly made do with it the moment I noticed the car in front of me, and now it was nowhere to be found.

I searched the car for a while until I found it on the floor of the back seats. I picked it up, and the message was still on the screen. My heart sank even further. What on earth was I going to do? I thought I was one step ahead of him by getting the private investigator, but I was not.

He was ahead of me. I began to ponder how much information he had gathered about me. My anxiety, worry and fear slowly muddled up into anger. How dare he send me a threatening text like this? After all, he had done to me in the past.

Tears clouded my vision, and I began to sob in my car. The fact that I was helpless and all by myself was frightening. What could I possibly do against him, all on my own?

“Miss! Are you okay?” A voice rang from outside.

I raised my head up from the wheel and looked out my window. A man was standing outside, his face filled with concern.

“Are you alright? Do you need me to call an ambulance?”

I shook my head. “I am fine, thank you,”

The man nodded and was on his way. I wiped my tear-stained cheeks and picked up my phone. This was no time to act like a frightened kitten. I decided to send him a message back.

Two could play at this game.

I typed in a text and sent it to the number, but an error message popped up, and my message was unable to send. I found it strange, but I tried over and over again. To my surprise, my messages refused to send.

I scoffed.

“That bastard, he used an unreachable number to text me,” I muttered with so much anger flowing through my veins.

My stepbrother was cunning, but I had really underestimated him. I had been lax about the whole situation and this was the result. I gripped the steering wheel with my shaky hands and swallowed the sobs that dared to escape my throat.

What was I going to do?

I felt like a bird trapped in a cage, unable to fly away. I took deep breaths to steady myself, but nothing seemed to be working. I was infuriated that my stepbrother could cause me so much mental damage.

I hated that this one text, a string of words from him, could send me into a wave of fear and anxiety. I exhaled, letting out a shaky breath as I tried to start my car again. I turned the key, but the car refused to start.

I turned the key over and over again, but the engine would only roar for a bit and go quiet the next second. I muttered curses under my breath as I stepped out of my car. I walked up to the front and noticed the face of the car had actually collided with a pole.

The face of the car had a little dent in it, and I imagined that it may have affected the engine in some way. I ran my shaky hands through my hair and sank to the ground.

I ignored the stares I got from passersby. My mind was in a haze, and my eyes as wide saucers. I stared at the brick walkway as tears slipped out of my eyes, staining the floor. There was only one person I could call for help at this point.

Clint.