Daddy's Little Whore
Daddy’s Little Whore – Part 136

KEIRA’s POV

I sat in my seat, my mind wandering aimlessly as I stared at the empty podium at the front of the classroom. The room was filled with a cacophony of sounds, the chatter and laughter of my classmates bouncing off the walls. It was unusual for the professor to be late, but no one seemed to care.

My thoughts turned to Clint and the words he had spoken me the night before. “We can’t see each other anymore, Keira. It is over.” The memory was like a knife pierced into my chest, and tears prickled at the corners of my eyes. I missed him so much, and the thought of never being able to see him again made me feel like I was drowning in a sea of sadness.

As I sat there, lost in my thoughts, I became aware of the people around me whispering and glancing in my direction. Their expressions had turned cautious, and it made me feel so uncomfortable. I knew they were looking at me because of the picture that Calvin had released. The picture of Clint and me on the news, the picture that had caused so much uproar.

I had seen the pictures of us in the magazine, but I was oblivious that the image had spread wide and far on the internet until I checked. Every article online had our pictures; underneath them would be a long article judging us.

Reading and seeing these things hurt, so I refrained from hopping on the internet for now.

I wanted to scream at them, to tell them that they had done nothing wrong, but instead, I just hung my head low and wished to disappear. The weight of their judgment was heavy, and it made me feel like I was suffocating. All I wanted was to be by Clint’s side, but it seemed the world was against us.

As my thoughts seemed to drown and consume my entire being, I felt someone’s presence looming over me, and I looked up to see a guy approaching.

He sneered, eyes narrowing as he looked me up and down. His dark hair was styled perfectly, and his clothes were expensive and well-fitted. He looked like he belonged to a prestigious family, just like most of the students in my class, myself included.

“Hey, Keira. That picture of you that went viral was really…” he looked back at the rest of my classmates, who watched approvingly. “…disturbing,”

I was taken aback by the confrontation and could feel my face flush with anger. “Who I date is none of your business,” I snapped.

He seemed to flare up at my response, and his face turned red with rage. “You should be ashamed of yourself, Keira. I mean, we have always known you to be a bitch. But a whore, too?” he spat out, his words dripping with venom.

I was livid at his audacity to judge me, and without thinking, I landed a slap on his face. The sound echoed throughout the classroom, and the people around us went silent, their whispers dying instantly. I could not bear to be surrounded by these people anymore.

I immediately stormed out of the classroom, my heart beating wildly. I could still feel the guy’s words stinging like a fresh wound, but at the same time, I felt proud of myself for standing up for what I believed in. I knew what I had with Clint was real, and I would not let anyone’s narrow-minded views change that.

I trudged down the hallway, my mind still fixed on what had happened in the class. I wondered if anyone would report me for hitting that guy or if my father would hear about it. The last thing I wanted was to disappoint him even more than I already had.

I pulled out my phone and dialed Natasha’s number, hoping to get my mind off things. “Hey, Keira, how are you holding up?” she answered when I dialed her number.

“Not great, Nat,” I replied. “I just hit a guy in class and stormed out. I do not think I can face anyone right now.”

Natasha listened to me as I told her what had happened. “I am sorry that happened, Keira. You should not have to deal with that kind of judgment. Do you want me to come over?”

I knew that Natasha had classes, and I did not want to burden her more than I already had. “No, it is okay. I will just skip class today and try to calm down at home. Thanks for being there for me, though.”

We talked a little longer before hanging up, and I walked out to the parking lot. Sarah, my driver, was waiting for me, her expression sympathetic as she saw me approaching.

“Are you okay, Miss Keira?” she asked, concern etched on her face.

I shook my head. “Not really, Sarah. Can we just go home, please?”

Sarah nodded, and I slipped into the car, feeling drained and defeated. Sarah started the car and began to drive out of the school. After a few moments of silence, she turned to me and asked, “Miss Keira, do you want to go to a bar or something to clear your head?”

I thought about it for a moment. I could not face my father at home right now, and a drink might take the edge off. “Yeah, that sounds good, Sarah. Take me to the nearest bar.”

I was glad that Sarah was not pushing me to talk about anything, and it warmed my heart that she still showed some consideration for me.

Sarah nodded and drove on. After a while, I noticed she had taken a turn onto an unfamiliar road. I said nothing at first, convinced she was just taking a shortcut, but then, she turned into another road leading out of the city.

My sensors began to go off.

“Sarah, where are we going?” I asked, starting to feel uneasy.

She did not answer but instead kept driving. My unease grew into a panic. “Sarah, I do not like this.”