144: Messed Up

KEIRA

Several minutes had passed, and I was growing impatient, losing count of the number of times I had checked the phone. When Clint had not yet replied, I picked up the phone and dialled his number. I held my breath as I waited for him to answer. Finally, his voice came through the line.

"Clint..." was all I could say.

"Keira? I was about to call. My God, where have you been? I have been trying to reach you for days. What's wrong?" he asked urgently, his voice full of concern.

"My father had taken away my phone," I confessed.

"What?" he says, sounding shocked. "Keira, that's horrible.

"I need your help," I interjected, my voice shaking. "I need you right now. If I don't see you today, I might die."

"Don't say that, Keira. We just need to get Calvin and then your father can see the sacrifices that we made on his behalf."

"Clint, you don't understand. I cannot wait till then. You need to come over now, or I might harm myself. I can't take the frustration anymore."

"Keira, cal