Daddy's Little Whore
Daddy’s Little Whore – Part 132

KEIRA’s POV

I did not know why, but it felt like I had nowhere to go. I could not return to my apartment because I was scared of what Natasha might think of me now. I was also afraid to go back to Papa’s house. I did not want to see how disappointed he was in me.

That scared me the most.

I continued wandering down the streets, lost in my thoughts. I felt helpless and powerless, and it was all my fault. If only I had not allowed my addiction to get the best of me, if only I had not fallen in love with Clint, none of this would have happened. Calvin would not have released those photos, and Clint would not be in this mess.

Walking, I found myself at a park and sat on a bench. I looked around at the trees and the people passing by, but my mind was elsewhere. I had no idea what to do next, and the weight of the situation was crushing me.

I blamed myself for everything that had happened. I had put Clint in a difficult position and had no idea how to get him out. I wished I could go back and undo everything, but it was too late.

I sat there, lost in my thoughts, for hours. I contemplated my next course of action but could not come up with anything. I felt like I had let everyone down, including myself. The world around me continued to move, but I felt stuck in time, unable to move forward.

My eyes fell to the ground, and I suddenly felt disgusted with myself. Because of my cowardice, Calvin always took advantage of me and plummeted my life like this.

I shook my head and rose up from the bench. I could not go on like this. I needed to face my fears head-on.

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I could feel all the courage I had mustered falter as I got to the front door of our apartment. My hand was mid-air, only inches apart from the door knob.

I muttered curses under my breath, cursing myself for being this weak. I swallowed a lump and exhaled, pushing the door open.

The apartment was so silent I could hear the wall clock ticking. Cautiously, I walked in, my heart thumping in my chest, threatening to jump out.

I turned to the corridor and headed for the living room, looking as lost as I felt. I peeked inside, and like I had suspected, Natasha was seated on the sofa, staring at the blank TV. Her mind seemed to be deep in thought.

Without warning, Natasha made a sharp turn, and our eyes met. I stumbled back in shock and watched as she slowly left the couch.

“Keira, I had no idea you were back,” she said softly.

I could not get a read on her face. What was she thinking?

“Hey, Natasha,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

“Hey, I just saw the news. How are you holding up?”

I was taken aback by her words. I had expected her to judge me, but instead, she showed me kindness and was understanding.

“I am not doing so good,” I replied, my voice cracking.

“I know, Keira. I know this must be tough for you. But I want you to know that I am here for you, no matter what,” Natasha said, bringing tears to my eyes.

“Why are you being so kind to me? Why are you not judging me like the rest of the world?” I asked, barely holding back my tears as I recalled the harsh comments underneath our pictures in the magazine I had picked up earlier.

“Because you are my best friend, Keira. And I know you love Clint, despite the age gap. I would never judge you for something like that. You deserve to be happy, and if Clint makes you happy, then that is all that matters,” Natasha said, her love and support warning my heart.

Her words hit me hard, and I could no longer hide my tears. I let them flow, overwhelmed by her kindness and love.

“Thank you, Natasha. Thank you for always being there for me,” I said, my voice choked with emotion.

“Of course, Keira. Always,” Natasha replied, her words wrapping around me like a warm blanket.

At that moment, I knew I had a friend for life, someone who would always be by my side, no matter what. Natasha pulled me into a hug, and I melted into her embrace. For the first time in hours, I felt at peace.

As we stayed in each other’s arms, my phone began to buzz in my jacket pocket. Curious about who was sending me a text, I pulled out my phone, and bubbles formed in my throat when I saw who it was from.

Natasha noticed the change in my behavior and asked, “What’s wrong? Is it your stepbrother sending you threats again?”

I shook my head. “No, it is Papa. He wants to see me right now.”