KEIRA’s POVClint was serious. It had been a week since I had seen him and I was slowly starting to regret my actions. An email came in the day after I last saw him about my appointment schedule with my new therapist. I replied to the email requesting they return Clint as my therapist.I was yet to receive any feedback. It did not take a genius to figure out I had been completely ignored. Regardless of my realisation, I still hoped that he would reply to my email, and contact me the moment he sees it. I guess that was wishful thinking on my part.Clint's words lingered in my mind. They plagued my very being and kept eating at my conscience. The part where he blurted out he had problems of his own. Yes, every breathing being had one problem or the other but his... his I was more interested in. I wanted to know what worries plagued the one person I had bared my soul to. Clint knew almost everything about me while I never bothered for once to give a shit about him. Hearing him say he h

KEIRA's POVI was beginning to lose my patience with this woman in front of me. She continued to stand in my way, unmoving, infuriating me to the core. We had only been apart for a few days and a woman was already in Clint's home. Was I that easy to replace? She looked more of his age but alluring nonetheless. Not more than I was, that is for sure. "Clint is not in." I could not tell if that was a lie or not. He would have shown up at the door by now. "It is best if you leave." "Look, I do not know who the hell you think you are, but I do not have time for this.""I am going to give you a bit of advice, kiddo," the woman said, still not moving out of the way. "Do not let Clint waste your time. You seem young and he might seem like someone you can't get enough of. But that is deceiving. He is only going to use you until he has had his fill." She spoke as if she knew him too well like she had been in the same position as I was. But no, Clint was not using me. I refused to believe it

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

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"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