All Chapters of Don't Stop, Daddy: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

The small town appeared almost asleep beneath the pale glow of streetlights. Damp streets glimmered under the remnants of rain, and the air carried the faint scent of wet asphalt and wood smoke from distant chimneys. Sierra leaned back in the passenger seat of the ally’s car, gripping the strap of the backpack so tightly her knuckles whitened. Every mile that carried her further from Damien’s house also carried her closer to the truth but it also carried risk.Her chest tightened with anticipation and fear. She glanced at the ally driving silently beside her. “How much farther?” she asked, voice barely above a whisper.“Not far now,” the ally replied. Their eyes were alert, scanning the dark streets for anything unusual. “Just keep calm. He’s clever watching isn’t his only skill.”Sierra swallowed hard. Damien. Even imagining him now made her stomach knot. His presence wasn’t physical, but she could feel it, a phantom weight pressing at the edges of her mind. He’s always there. Even w

Sierra stayed pressed against the wall of the stairwell, heart hammering so loud she was sure Damien could hear it even if he wasn’t here. The inn was quiet, old pipes groaning, the faint hum of a distant television, the buzz of a flickering light above the corridor. Every sound made her flinch. Every shadow felt alive.She clenched her fists around the envelope in her coat pocket, the note with her mother’s code. Every number etched into her memory, but her hands shook anyway. Damien had been close, she knew it. Always close, always watching even when she couldn’t see him. The memory of his green eyes, so calm and unyielding, pressed against her like a weight.Focus. You’ve come too far to break now.The stairwell opened into the dim hallway. Sierra moved slowly, every step deliberate, trying to make herself invisible, careful not to make a sound. She kept the hood of her coat low, pulled forward, and let her instincts guide her. Room 209 waited at the far end of the room her mother

The street was quiet, almost too quiet. The damp pavement reflected the dim glow of the streetlights, stretching ahead in long, distorted lines. Sierra kept her hood low, shoulders hunched, and heart racing as she moved toward the address her mother had left on the napkin. Each step felt heavier than the last, weighed down by the knowledge that Damien was nearby, watching, calculating.She paused at the corner, scanning the building in front of her. It was an old brick structure, three stories tall, with peeling paint and the faint smell of damp wood. A small light flickered above the entrance. The door looked ordinary, unassuming. But Sierra knew better. Ordinary could hide extraordinary danger. Ordinary could hide her mother.She swallowed hard, her fingers tightening around the napkin in her coat pocket. The closer she got, the more every instinct screamed at her: Turn back. He’s here. You’re too close. Too late.But she couldn’t. She wouldn’t.Sierra reached the door and gently kn

The room felt impossibly small. Sierra’s chest heaved, hands trembling as they gripped her mother’s. The faint scent of lavender, a reminder of home, mingled with the tension, almost suffocating. Every nerve screamed, every instinct screamed, and Damien’s presence pressed down on her like a living weight.He didn’t move, not aggressively, not threateningly yet. Just enough. Just close enough to make her aware of every breath, every heartbeat, every misstep. His shadow stretched across the walls, calm, patient, precise. He was waiting for what, she didn’t know. But she could feel it in every muscle, every tendon.“Move,” her mother whispered, voice trembling. “We can’t wait any longer.”Sierra swallowed hard, heart hammering. She wanted to argue, to protest, to demand more answers. But she knew better. Not now. Not when Damien’s green eyes seemed to pierce straight through her, through the air, through the room itself.She took a slow, steadying breath and took a step forward. Her moth

Sierra’s chest ached, every muscle taut as she descended the narrow staircase. The shadows seemed to stretch longer than possible, curling around the walls, pooling in corners, alive with their own quiet menace. Her hand was locked tightly in her mother’s, grounding her, keeping her tethered to something real amidst the chaos.Every instinct screamed danger. Every step could trigger disaster. And yet, she couldn’t stop. Her mother’s voice, soft and steady, guided her through the darkness. “Almost there… just a few more steps. Keep your head clear. Keep your focus.”Sierra swallowed, forcing herself to breathe slowly, deliberately. Her pulse thudded like a drum in her ears, each beat echoing the danger that pressed against them. She knew Damien was above them, waiting, watching, calculating. She could almost feel him hovering, like a storm ready to break.Then a sudden sound shuffle from the shadows ahead made her freeze. Her heart jumped.“Stay close,” her mother whispered. “Do not le