KEIRA I had been sitting on the couch in the living room, engrossed in a novel when I heard Papa's voice calling out to me from the hall. "Keira! We need to talk this instant!" My heart sank. I knew what this was about, and I had been dreading this moment, but now it was here. I stormed up the stairs to pack anything important that I would need when the shrill sound of a cell phone ringing broke the silence. “The police,” Papa’s assistant informed him, and I stopped dead in my tracks. Papa had taken the call and I strained my ears to listen in on the conversation. “Alright, officer. Thanks a lot.” I heard him say and end the call. “Keira,” Papa called out softly. “Come here, please.”Reluctantly, I descended the steps and walked to the doorway where my father was waiting. He held a cell phone in his hand, and his face was grim. "The police just called," he said. "They have caught Calvin." I felt a rush of relief mixed with dread. On the one hand, I was glad that the man who had
KEIRA Goosebumps peppered my skin as I looked at Clint, my eyes wide with shock and fear after hearing that I would need to testify in court. I felt overwhelmed, and mostly terrified with the idea of facing my step-brother in such a public and confrontational setting."Keira," Papa sighed as he took my hand in his. "You can't just say no. You need to do this."I shook my head vigorously. "I said no." "It will be okay, Keira," Clint said, trying to reassure me. "You need to testify, Calvin needs to be held accountable for what he did to you." Papa nodded, agreeing with Clint. I shook my head, my voice trembling with anxiety. "I can't do it. I just can't." "You can, and you must," Papa insisted, his gaze unwavering. "Your testimony is crucial in this case. It won’t be in our favour if there are no key witnesses." Tears welled up in my eyes as I adamantly refused again, my voice growing more insistent. "No, Papa, you do not understand. I can't face him in court. I can't relive thos
KEIRA In the quiet intimacy of Clint's bedroom, the air held a mixture of tension and vulnerability. I lay beside him, the weight of unspoken words lingering between us. Clint, his gaze fixed on the ceiling, finally broke the silence."Keira, I can't help but feel that you have not truly healed. It is as if you have used me as a glue, holding together the fragments but not addressing the broken pieces underneath." Clint took a breath, the weight of his concern hanging in the air. "You need to make amends with your father," he said, his voice gentle but firm.I turned my head to look at him, a trace of hesitation in my voice. "Clint, you do not understand. I have never opened up to my father about the dark things Calvin did to me."The room seemed to shrink as Clint absorbed my words. He reached out, his hand finding mine, fingers intertwining. "Keira, you can't carry that burden alone. Your father deserves to know, and you deserve the chance to heal."A heavy sigh escaped my lips as
KEIRA "Are you ready for this?" Clint asked, glancing over at me. I nodded, but my grip on my purse was tight. Clint was driving me back home to have that talk with Papa, and I was not exactly sure what to expect. I was uncertain how he would react to what I would share with him. But I knew I should not keep it a secret any longer. I had to tell him. "It is time he knows the truth," I said, shaking slightly. From the corner of my eye, I saw Clint smile proudly, then reach over to caress my thigh, lending a silent vote of confidence. The anticipation hung thick in the air as we arrived at the compound and approached my father's mansion. I was sure my uncertainty was palpable because Clint held my hand, letting me know he was a steady pillar of encouragement by my side. As we walked through the doors and into the living room, Papa sat on a sofa, immersed in the daily news. "Hey, Papa," I greeted, a hint of nervousness in my voice.Papa looked up from his newspaper and set it aside
KEIRA As Papa and I entered the police station, Officer Rodriguez, the familiar face from our previous visits, looked up with surprise. "Back so soon?" he remarked, a curious expression on his face.We exchanged glances before responding, "We are here to see Calvin."Officer Rodriguez arched an eyebrow; his surprise was evident. "See Calvin? Are you sure about that? We are still in the middle of an investigation."My gaze was steady as I nodded. "It has nothing to do with the investigation or the case. We need to talk to him for closure."The officer hesitated for a moment, weighing the unusual request. "Well, this is highly irregular, but I will let you through if you think it is necessary. Just remember, it is not a social visit. You need to be quick.” Papa and I followed Officer Rodriguez through the maze of corridors, the echoes of our footsteps resonating in the sterile surroundings. The atmosphere was tense, the gravity of the situation amplified by the institutional backdrop
CLINTStanding outside the courtroom, my heart was pounding, not just for myself but for Keira as well. Her hand clutched mine tightly, and I could feel the tension in her grip. She was taking deep breaths, trying to steady herself before we entered. "Keira, you are doing great," I said, my voice soft and reassuring. "Just take it one step at a time. I am right here with you." She nodded, her eyes still filled with apprehension. "I know, Clint. He tried to attack me the last time. What if he does that here, too?." I made my fears known. "I understand, Keira. But you have come so far already. He can’t do shit when we put him away for good," I said, gently brushing a strand of hair away from her face. "You are brave, and you are doing the right thing. Okay?" Her breaths began to slow, and I could see a flicker of determination in her eyes. "I can do this. I have to do this." I smiled, proud of her courage. "That's the spirit. You have got this, Keira. And I will be right there besi
KEIRAThe waves rolled in, their steady rhythm a soothing melody that spoke to my soul. I stood at the edge of the beach, my toes sinking into the warm sand, and let my gaze wander across the vast expanse of the ocean. The sun, a radiant orb of golden light, painted the sky with hues of pink and orange as it descended towards the horizon. It was a sight of breathtaking beauty, a moment that filled my heart with awe and wonder.Lost in the magnificence of the scene, I revelled in the tranquillity surrounding me. The salty scent of the sea mingled with the gentle breeze, caressing my skin and tousling my hair. The symphony of crashing waves provided a rhythmic backdrop, a constant reminder of the power and vastness of nature. It was a moment of perfect serenity, a pause in time where worries and cares melted away.Suddenly, a familiar sound broke through the symphony of nature—a voice calling my name. I turned, my eyes widening in surprise as I saw him approaching. Clint emerged from t
CLINTMy lips lingered on hers, each touch, each movement, sending a spark of desire running through my veins. I deepened the kiss as Keira parted her lips, making way for my tongue to dance around hers."Clint," she gasped when we pulled away from each other.I muttered a curse under my breath as I leaned into her, my arms circling around her waist as I pulled her body flush against mine. There's no way I could get over this--over her. Somehow, she had wormed her way into the deepest parts of my soul, and I didn't think I could imagine my life without Keira anymore. Everything about her was ingrained in my mind. Her voice, the way her eyes glossed over anytime she came. And more importantly, the way she was looking at me right now. Like I was the best thing on earth."You are driving me crazy," I whispered into her ears, my lips brushing against her earlobe.I trailed my lips from her ears down to the slender column of her neck. I could feel her body quiver against mine, sending my