KEIRA's POVI decided to keep seeing Dr Kenswood as my therapist. It was time I got my life back on track and strive to be better. Mom would not have wanted me to turn out the way I did. I was doing this for her. I thought of all the things she would've wanted if she were still alive. First things first, she would want me to take school seriously and improve my grades. She would want me to live the best life even in her absence and not keep holding on to the past. It did more damage than I could have ever imagined. Staying away from Clint was also on my list of priorities. It was for the best, I kept telling myself. The goal was to get better, with or without Clint's help. I would have to start getting used to Dr Kenswood's sessions. They were nowhere near Clint's but it was still better than nothing. I still had my urges, though. They were more controlled now compared to before, but it was there. I no longer felt the need to fantasise about every hot male I came across. But Clint
KEIRA's POVI was out of my car the minute I pulled up at the hospital's parking lot. I did not know what to expect from the doctors and the thought of it put me in anxiety. What was the worst that could happen when someone got a heart attack? I hated that I knew the answer to that question. I burst in through the hospital doors and rushed straight to the front desk, breathing as if I would just run a marathon. "I got a call from the hospital," I told the nurse who held a telephone to her ear. "My father suffered a heart attack and is admitted here. I am his daughter." "Name?" "Kane Temple." A few people seated at the reception caught my attention. Two girls consoled a woman who wept bitterly. Only the loss of someone would make a person cry that way. From the words that I overheard them say, the doctors could not save her son who got into an accident. My anxiety skyrocketed. What if they could not save Papa too? I imagined how hard being a doctor was. I imagined how heartbreak
CLINT'S POVI did my last set of reps with the barbells and put them back in place. I pushed myself into a sitting position and heaved heavily as sweat trickled down my face.Coming to the gym was sort of a coping mechanism for me. It helped me relieve stress and take my mind off everything. With my ex-wife breathing down my neck, my stress levels were high.I would often find myself overthinking and that led to sleepless nights, which made me sleep-deprived. I pushed myself up from the bench and picked up a bottle of water, chugging down the contents. Being sleep deprived was something I detested. It lowered my performance at work and increased my stress even more. I sighed and looked at the large mirror right in front of me.My hair was a bit messy, and I noticed that the hairs on my chin had started sprouting out again. I needed a shave. I disposed of the plastic can of water and picked up my bag.I pulled out my phone and flipped through my contacts. I stopped at Keira's number
KEIRA'S POV I stared at the white hospital ceiling as I sat in the luxurious hospital room Papa had been assigned to. My mind was filled with thoughts, and anxiety ran through me. The call I got was unexpected and when I had been informed about him getting a heart attack, it felt like my whole world came crumbling down before my very eyes.Papa had never gotten a heart attack before and he was always in top health, which made me worry even more. What could have possibly made him get a heart attack all of a sudden?The more I thought about it, the more anxiety I felt. My eyes trailed to my father, who was lying on the hospital bed. It broke my heart to see him in this state, his body lifeless and his skin pale. I looked at his arm and saw the IV drip connected to it. My lips quivered and I exhaled and I felt a tightness in my chest.I pulled out my phone from my purse and stared at the time. I had called Natasha and Brendon the moment I got a call about Papa. They had assured me that
KEIRA'S POV"Papa!" I screamed and ran over to his bed.He was groaning, his voice getting more prominent. His eyes fluttered open and a smile curled up my lips."Papa! Are you okay?!" I asked, frantically.Papa looked at me without saying a word. I frowned at him. Why was he not responding? The beeping on the monitor began to speed up. My eyes trailed to the monitor and I noticed his heart rate was increasing drastically. My head snapped back to him and all the blood drained from me when I saw him convulsing on the bed. "Papa?!" I screamed.My head snapped to Natasha who looked just as distressed as I felt."Call the nurse or the doctor!" I yelled without thinking.Natasha nodded and scampered out of the room. I turned my head back to my father and could only watch him convulse on the bed."Dad, you are going to be okay, you are going to be okay," I whispered as my body trembled.I was not reassuring him, but I was reassuring myself. As I watched my dad, fear ran through me. Why wa
KEIRA's POV I hummed along to the tune that played from the stereo as I brushed my hair in front of the mirror. Today was an exciting day for me because Papa was finally getting discharged from the hospital.The week flew by shorter than I had expected. The doctors had told me that my father's condition was stable but he needed to avoid anything that would put him in that state again.I finished up with my hair and picked up my shoulder bag from the chair. I slung it across my arm and practically ran down the stairs. I was excited to see my old man once again.I hopped into my car and drove down the street. The drive was quite short as the hospital was not too far from where I lived. The moment I got to my father's hospital room, he was fully dressed and ready to go.He was conversing with the doctor, so I waited for him to finish. Once he was done, the doctor walked out of the room."Keira, it is good to see you again," my father beamed and stretched out his large arms for a hug."
KEIRA’S POVAs I stood in front of Clint's door, the only thing I could think about was my encounter with that woman the last time I came here. She still irked me in some kind of way. I was mad at both of them and even if I had vowed to stay as far away from him as possible, here I was, waiting for him to answer the doorbell. I could never escape Clint Homer. Something always led me back to him one way or another. I waited for a few more minutes before pressing the doorbell again. What could make him take so long to answer the door? Did he have another woman in there? I would not even be surprised at this point. I would just be beyond pissed. The door clicked open after waiting for what felt like hours but was only about five minutes. He appeared at the doorway, his hair tousled and slightly untidy. The first four buttons of his shirt were opened and black pants hung on his waists. His appearance contrasted the Clint I knew to be well put together. "Come on in." He moved out of
KEIRA’s POVI was not planning on leaving Clint's place without the information I needed to hear. He could take all the time he needed before he felt comfortable enough to let me into his head. Like I said, I was going to be slow and patient with him. And if that meant sitting there with him for hours, I was ready to see through it. It was not like I was in a rush to leave or anything. A good ten minutes passed and he decided he was finally going to let the cat out of the bag. "The woman you met here was not my girlfriend," he spoke. "I have not been in a relationship for a long time. At least not one that includes exclusivity." Clint still was not answering my biggest question. Who was she? "She sounded like she has known you for a long time." A slight scoff escaped his lips. "What did she say to you?" "Just a whole bunch of crap." Clint smiled. He was in a semi-troubled state but his smile still looked one of the best to me. I missed it. I missed every moment of our conversat