ZARA’S POINT OF VIEW:
I ran my hand through my braids, confused, perplexed, not really knowing what to do. I feel like I should move quickly, like I should already be at the airport, on my way to the island but somehow I can’t get my legs to move. I have gotten my answer haven’t I? I know where my sister is, I know she is in that god forsaken island but somehow I can’t get myself to just pick up my passport and go there, I can’t get myself to just pick up my passport and save her. I don’t want to go there, not again, I never want to step my feet on that horrible island not after what happened to me there when I was seventeen not after what they (daddy and Raphael Fernandez) did to me when I was seventeen.
I bit the bottom of my lips, tried to breathe deep to stop my heart from racing so much. I have to save my sister even if it means reliving those horrible memories.
I picked up my car key and headed for the door of Yara’s apartment, then looked back to see Yara’s diary on the ground. I don’t know if I should take it, it might be the only precious thing from my sister that I can have but yet again I don’t know if I want to read the things in there, her memories…my memories of Dad of Raphael of the mafia and those gross men are just too painful, I don’t know if I want to hold on to a painful reminder of those memories but I can’t live a piece of my sister… this diary behind.
I picked up the diary, walked into my car and drove to my apartment just to see the cute boy from class… Delvin in front of my apartment.
“Zara? I need to speak to you?” He said. He looked a bit shaky and fidgety, he was looking down at his fingers.
“Delvin… Delvin right? I really appreciate your need for a conversation but I really really have to run right now.” I replied quickly, gesturing for him to move away from the door area of the apartment.
I fitted my key through the lock, opened it and walked in, he walked in with me. I ignored him and frantically walked into my room to get my passport, thank God I had booked a trip to Miami earlier this year for the summer holiday.
I picked up my passport and was about to head out the door when Delvin spun me to himself, in a manner whereby I was facing me.
“I think I saw your birth certificate hidden in my father’s study today. Zara, I am almost certain that you are my sister.” He said and I froze.
YARA’S POINT OF VIEW
“Hey Angel wake up.” Walter Davis said while patting my arm gently. I faked a yawn and rubbed my eyes as I pretended to have just been woken up by him.
“Good morning Angel.” Walter said again with a smile as he handed me a mug which had coffee in it. I took the mug and set it on the table, I don’t trust him yet, I can’t take anything he offers what if he drugs me or something.
“We have to hurry we have a press conference to get to.” He said. Press conference? I thought but said nothing, I don’t know if I should talk, I quite like the chill mood he is in… the chill mood he has been in since yesterday I don’t want to spoil it so I say nothing and continue to look away from this man who was inside me just last night. Everything is spinning out of control, I don’t know how to piece my life back together, I don’t even know if my life would ever be normal again. What is even normal? I doubt my life has ever been normal, from my childhood till now, the mafia life is all I have ever known. Bodyguard, opposing cartels, drugs, sex, it has been my life since I was fourteen ever since that day daddy took me with him to his ‘job’.
“Okay stand up Angel, get dressed already.” Walter said again with a smile. One question why is he so happy? What about this world makes him happy? I guess he is happy because he gets to buy women as he pleases.
I nodded and moved to use the bathroom.
“You don’t talk much now do you?” He asked. I did not reply.
“I will give anything to hear your voice again Angel.” I heard him say before I turned on the shower.
“My name is Yara not Angel.” I replied before walking into the shower. I heard him chuckle.
“You are my Angel.” He said and in spite of myself I smiled.
The water splash against my naked body, the thought of last night with Walter, with how attentive and gentle he was lingered in my mind. I ran my hands through my hair then my breasts then my finger stayed a bit too long between my legs. I heard a moan escape me, this sound was thankful shrouded by the louder sound of the shower pouring down water.
ZARA’S POINT OF VIEW
“You might be my sister Zara.” Delvin said again I had a shocked look on my face which almost immediately wore off. He has got to be fucking kidding me.
“If this is your way of a rizz then you honestly need lessons but I can’t right now sorry.” I said literally pushing out the door and locking it.
“I’m serious Zara you might be my sister, I saw your birth certificate.” He said as he matched my pace to my car.
“Look Delvin you clearly have some some sort of family issue that you have to sort out. We can’t be siblings, you are… I mean white and I’m biracial and my mom is the white one so if we were siblings I would be white either way since both your parents are white.” I explained as patiently as I could before getting into my car and started him, leaving him standing there.
“Well who said your ‘mother’ is your real mom.” He replied. I stopped dead in my tracks before deciding to ignore his allegations and just drive off.
But what if he is right? I have never seen my own birth certificate ever before, I have searched for it everywhere all around the house but I could never find it…