Daddy's Little Whore
Daddy’s Little Whore – Part 97

KEIRA’s POV

I wished it was not real. Somewhere, at the back of my mind, I hoped that this photo I was staring at was completely fake and a prank to scare me. I desperately wished for that. But I was very well aware of the reality. The photo was real.

My hands trembled as I stared at the phone, owl-eyed, in shock and disbelief. My eyes trailed to the number that had sent me the photo. It was an unknown number, and I could not trace back to it or even text a reply.

I stared at the photo, trying to make out the contents.

The photo was taken from a distance, but it was still clear enough to reveal my features. I wore my favorite blue hoodie, a checkered skirt, and black leggings. My hair was tied up in a messy bun, and I had a large tote bag slung over my shoulder. This was the outfit I had worn to Clint’s office today. There was no mistaking it.

In the background, I could see the entrance to my apartment building. The time stamp on the photo showed that it was taken just a few hours ago, exactly when I had walked into my apartment building.

My heart was racing as my eyes remained glued to the photo.

My stomach churned with fear and anxiety. I had yet to learn who could have taken the photo. But as I scanned the picture, a realization hit me like a ton of bricks. It could have only come from one person: my stepbrother, Calvin.

There was no mistaking it; it was definitely him. My fear slowly turned to anger. Why was he doing this to me? Did he enjoy seeing how I lived in total fear of him? How could he do this to me?

I thought he would stop at just sending me a text message, but it seemed like he would not stop until he had complete control over me. The thought of him taking this picture, following me to my apartment, and invading my personal space made me feel sick.

And then it hit me. It could only mean one thing if Calvin took a photo of me in front of my apartment building. He knew where I lived. The sudden realization sent a wave of fear crashing down on me.

I sprung out of my bed and swung my door open. I bolted down the stairs and rushed out of my apartment building without even as much as putting on footwear.

Cold air slammed my cheeks as I gazed outside, my eyes darting from the cars to the other buildings and the trees. What was I doing? If he was out, then he could see me.

I rushed back into my apartment and sprinted back into my room. I desperately prayed that Natasha was asleep and could not hear all the commotion I was making.

I stood at the center of the room, my mind in a haze, my breath haggard, and my body trembling from fear. My eyes shot to my window, and I went pale. The curtains were spread apart, and my window was wide open.

What if he was still around the area and was watching me through the window? The question threw me into paranoia. I ran to my window and pulled it shut, dragging the curtains until all the light had been covered thoroughly.

I began to pace around the room. What was I going to do? Was it safe for me to be here? Was it safe for Natasha? My heart skipped a beat. If Calvin knew I had people I held dear, apart from my father, he would go after them just to spite me.

Tears pricked the corner of my eyes, and I rushed to pick up my phone. I needed to tell Clint about this immediately. My hands trembled on the keypad as I typed his number out in a hurry.

With trembling legs, I walked up to a corner and slumped down there, my legs raised to my chest and my cell phone glued to my ear. I listened and waited for Clint to pick up but was directed to voicemail.

I tried calling again but was still sent to voicemail. Why was Clint not answering his phone? My anxiety was at its peak as I dialed his number

I tried calling again but was still sent to voicemail. Why was Clint not answering his phone? My anxiety was at its peak as I dialed his number

repeatedly.

To my dismay, Clint never picked up, not even once. Tears clouded my vision and slid down my cheeks to my phone screen.

If Clint was screening my calls, who else could I talk to?

Sitting, trembling like a cold cat in the corner of my dark room, I suddenly felt lonely, all alone in this world. I had no one to talk to, and my monster of a stepbrother was looming over me.

It felt like he was at every corner, at every place beside me. I buried my head in my elbows and began to sob. I thought I was strong enough to face Calvin. I was strong enough to meet my trauma, but that was not a big lie.

I was still the weak little girl that he took advantage of. The helpless girl who stood and watched as he killed her mother and brother could not do anything.

I hated myself. I resented myself for being so weak. Why was I like this?

I raised my head and gazed at my phone. I scrolled to the text message and looked at the photo of me again. If this photo was taken of me when Clint dropped me off, did that mean my stepbrother had seen Clint too?

My heart began to thump loudly in my chest. Not only was I putting my friends in danger, but I was putting Clint in grave danger also. What if Calvin started sending him threats too?

I squeezed my eyes shut and let out a shuddering breath. I had to call Clint.

As a desperate attempt, I dialed Clint’s number, but as expected, I was redirected to voicemail. I dropped my phone to the floor and buried my head once again.

“Please, someone, help me,” I muttered as my voice trembled.

What was going to happen to me?