KEIRA’s POVI 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 ha
KEIRA’s POVSarah remained unusually quiet and did not even spare me a glance. That was when the fear kicked in. I moved closer to Sarah, my eyes trailing to the road."Why are you not saying anything? Where are we-"Before I could finish, Sarah lunged her elbow into my nose, the sheer force flinging me back to the back seat. I groaned as I felt my nose burn with pain. I felt a hot liquid drizzle from my nose and touched it. As my eyes trailed to my hand, my heart almost stopped.It was blood. What the actual fuck?Sarah's eyes met mine in the rearview mirror, and her expression was dark. Her cold eyes seemed to penetrate my soul."Stay put and shut your damn mouth, you spoilt brat," she hissed at me.My blood ran cold, and I was unable to move. Sarah clicked her tongue and kept driving. My mind was a pool of questions. What was going on? Where was she taking me? All I knew what that I was in deep shit. Stealthily, I texted Clint, sharing my location and letting him know I was in tro
KEIRA’s POVMy vision spun as I felt I would throw up at any moment now. I could not focus as I tried to make sense of the situation. My eyes were glued to the floor as I tried to regain myself. I blinked my blurry vision clearing slowly.I felt a hand on my shoulder and flinched, thinking it was Sarah again. But when I looked up, I saw Calvin standing before me. He pulled me up from the ground and grabbed my cheeks harshly, making me wince in pain. He gazed into my eyes with intense hatred."You stupid girl," he spat. "I allowed you to hand over the company willingly. Now anything I do to get it will be your fault."I was scared, confused, and at the same time, I was burning with rage. I tried to speak, but my mouth was dry."Spit it out," he growled, and I felt anger boiling."You're crazy," I said, spitting at him.He slapped me across the face in a flash, and I fell to the ground from the impact. My cheeks throbbed, and tears streamed down my face."You will learn to know your pla
KEIRA’s POVMy 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, blood-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.
KEIRAMy heart raced with excitement as I returned from the beach walk, my face flushed from the sea breeze and the anticipation of Clint making lunch for us. I could not remember the last time I had a peaceful moment.Calvin's escape three days ago had sent my entire household into a state of chaos, with police officials searching every corner of my home and the state.Amid all the upheaval, I had found it essential to run away from home, to get away from everything. And even then, when I closed my eyes, images of Calvin's face, twisted in anger, flashed through my mind.I tucked away the memories and hurried upstairs, my sandy feet leaving tiny imprints on the wooden staircase, eager to change into fresh clothes. Just as I was about to step into my room, I found my phone vibrating aggressively on the nightstand, pulling my attention away from the joyous thoughts of the upcoming meal.I hesitated for a moment, contemplating whether to answer the call or not. I approached the bed, and
KEIRA "What?!" Clint stopped wiping the plate in his grip.I stood up and reiterated. “I need to go home. Right now.” He dropped the plate in the sink and turned to lock eyes with me. “Is everything alright, Keira? I mean, you wanted this, and we just got here.”I took a deep breath, “ I know.” I drawled. “I have never been so scared for my life. Calvin messed me up badly. I thought a break from everything would be nice." “But…?” He urged me. “But I don’t want to be selfish about it. When I upped and ran, I did not think about Papa’s feelings.”He nodded and tapped his fingers on the counter, studying me. “I understand.” He walked up to me and wrapped his arms around me. We stood there for a moment, soaking up each other. “I’ll go pack our bags,” he said when we disentangled. “It’ll only take a minute, okay?” I laughed heartily. “Come on, you don’t expect me just to sit around. I’m coming with.”“I got it…” “I’m coming with. I’m not an egg. You pamper me too much,” I insisted.
KEIRA The air crackled with tension as I stepped into my father's mansion. I held my breath as I looked around for Papa, expecting him to greet me at the door, but there was no sign of him. Instead, I heard the sound of a raised voice coming from the sitting room. I immediately recognised it as Papa's. I had never heard him spit such fire from his mouth in my entire life. I walked down the hallway, my heart racing, and peered around the doorframe. Papa was standing in the middle of the room, his face red with anger. I had expected his anger, but the storm that awaited me was far fiercer than what I had anticipated. Papa's face, usually composed and stern, was contorted with a mixture of fury and disappointment. "How could she have disappeared without a trace?"He was barking at some men in uniform, whom I noted to be some security agents. He must have sent them out to look for me or something. They all stood motionless while Father paced and raved. "I pay you to do your job, Mr. W
KEIRADays had passed since the intense disagreement between Papa and me, and a heavy silence hung in the air. The tension was palpable, and the once-warm atmosphere of our home turned into a chilly void. I got consumed by my emotions and refused to venture outside my room. Hunger gnawed at me, but my stubbornness kept her confined. In an attempt to further isolate me, Papa had confiscated my phone, cutting me off from the outside world. It was a move I was sure he hoped would force me to confront the situation. Nothing he did rattled me more than his attempt to bar me from my therapist. If only he knew how his decision messed with my mental health. Throughout the night, I kept thinking about Clint, turning in my bed as I reminisced about the past few months with him. What it was about him that got my blood singing in my veins, I did not know, but it was a very good feeling. Fuck! The thought of him made me hot all over and I felt my libido igniting. I missed him so much. I needed