Daddy's Little Whore
Daddy’s Little Whore – Part 139

KEIRA’s POV

My heart raced wildly as Calvin pointed the gun at me.

“I tried so hard to be nice to you, baby sis. But you kept pushing me to the wall.”

“I am sorry, Calvin. Please spare me. We have done nothing wrong to you.” I begged. It was the only thing that came to mind to do.

He jerked his head at me and gave me a toothy grin. “It’s not yet over for me. But your time is up now.” He said and raised the gun, aiming for my head.

Just when he wanted to pull the trigger, sirens blared loudly outside.

The sound of sirens wailing in the air sliced through the thick, b***d-curling tension that hung in the air. Everyone in the room froze, and their eyes instinctively travelled to the door, which was shut tight.

Sarah ran to the window, peering outside. She let out a gasp, her head snapping to Calvin, who still had his pistol pointed at me.

“T-The police, they’re here,” she mumbled, her face paler than snow.

Calvin retracted his gun, running his hands through his hair as panic set in.

“Bloody hell!” he screamed, kicking the nearby chair.

Sarah sprinted up to Calvin, grabbing his shirt as she looked into his eyes.

“What are we going to do?”

Calvin shot her a glare, his lips curling into a snarl. “We? There is no we,” he scoffed.

Sarah’s face contoured into a snarl. “What are you going on about? You told me that this would be discreet and we wouldn’t get caught, so why the hell is the police right outside this building?!”

“How the f**k am I supposed to know that!” Calvin yelled in response, the veins on his neck bulging.

They bother began to bicker, their voices raised to a high frequency. As they threw words at each other, I crawled my way to Papa, who was lying on the floor, unmoving.

“P-Papa,” I whispered, my voice shaky.

He remained still, and my heart caught in my chest. I wrapped my arms around him and immediately felt a hot liquid stain my arm. I glance at my arm, and my breath catches in my throat.

Of course, it was b***d.

My hands began to quiver as I held Papa close. “Papa, please, wake up, please.”

Just then, the door swung open with a loud thud.

“Do not move! Hands in the air!”

I raised my hands over my face to cover the waves of flashlight that was being thrown at me.

“F**k!” Calvin yelled.

I turned my gaze to him and saw him slipping out of the room through a small window that connected to the room nearby. Sarah followed suit, like a chick, following the mother hen.

“After them! Surround each corner; do not let them get away!” One of the officers yelled.

All the officers retreated out of the room, their heavy footsteps echoing against the deserted hallway.

I knelt down beside my father’s still form, his laboured breaths echoing in the dimly lit room. Panic gripped my chest as I pressed a trembling hand to his clammy forehead, feeling the feverish heat radiating from his skin. The room’s eerie silence was shattered by the distant wailing of sirens, growing louder with each passing second.

Just as despair threatened to consume me, a sudden burst of activity erupted around me. The door to the abandoned building crashed open, and a team of paramedics in bright orange uniforms stormed in, their faces determined and focused. My heart raced as they hurried over to us, their gloved hands reaching for my father.

Clint appeared through the door, and the moment I locked eyes with him, a wave of relief cascaded through me. He rushed to my side, cupping my face in his hands.

Tears trailed down my cheeks, and Clint planted a k**s on my cheeks.

“It’s alright, I brought help,” he whispered.

I wrapped my hands around him, clinging to him like he was my last lifeline.

“Your father will be fine,” Clint reassured me.

I looked at him and nodded. My eyes switched to the paramedics, and I watched them work.

With precision and speed born of countless emergencies, they assessed his condition, attaching monitors and administering oxygen. Their practised movements were a symphony of efficiency, a lifeline for both me and my father. Gently, they slid a stretcher under him. Their efforts, coordinated

As they lifted him, Clint and I moved aside, my hands still trembling as I watched them work. Strapped securely to the stretcher, my father looked so small and vulnerable, a stark contrast to the strong figure I had always known. The paramedics’ words of reassurance mingled with the blaring sirens as they navigated the maze-like corridors of the abandoned building.

With careful steps, they carried my father through the debris-strewn hallways and out into the dark night. The moonlight illuminated our faces, etching lines of focus and concern. I followed close behind, feeling a mixture of hope and anxiety flood my senses.

The ambulance waited just outside, its doors flung open in readiness. The paramedics worked seamlessly, transferring my father onto the waiting gurney, their hands never leaving his side. The doors slammed shut, and as the vehicle roared to life, I caught a final glimpse of his pale face through the window.

As the ambulance pulled away, its sirens blending with the fading echoes of my heartbeat, I stood there with Clint cradling me in his arms.

Clint held on to me as I watched the siren drive away. All that was left was the multiple patrol cars, their lights blaring through the dark night, illuminating the space we stood in.

Clint withdrew from me and began to study my features.

“Are you okay? Did he hurt you?”

I shook my head, my whole body trembling as I recalled how he shot Papa right in front of me and held a gun to my head. I looked down to the floor, my lips trembling as I spoke.

“N-No, but Papa….”

I trailed off as more tears streamed down my face. Clint wrapped his hands around me, holding me tight, and I sunk into his arms, my head buried in his chest.

Footsteps began to echo from behind us, and we both turned back at the same time. The police officers stormed out of the building, and in between them, an officer held Sarah, who was cuffed up. They led her to the car and placed her in the back seat.

My eyes travelled to the door as I expected another arrival, but no one came. Clint seemed to read my mind as he approached one of the officers and asked, “Officer, what about the other man?”

The officer let out a sigh. “We checked the whole building, it seems like he evaded quite well.”