chapter 7.7

Zavier’s POV

It has been nearly thirty minutes or maybe, even more since Zarie went unconscious for a reason I do not even know yet.

 And what really worries me even more is I am having the worst possible thoughts on the various reasons that could have prompted her unconsciousness.

And for some stupid reason, I am feeling more than restless with wild thoughts going through my mind.

There is this feeling which keeps on bugging me, which makes me think that she might have managed somehow to find out about my not so pleasant past.

'Oh God, what if she knows?' I mumble under my breath. 

 I know I am acting unreasonable right now but can you really blame me? 

I am just a little uneasy that the history which I undoubtedly do not ever want to hear of might come at me again with a much stronger force. 

'Why bro? What is the matter? ' Daisy asks me with curiosity and worry spread all over her face. 

She has probably noticed the restless look on my face. 

I mean, who would not even see? I mean with my reactions, it will be hard not to notice how uneasy I am feeling at the moment.

'I just.... ' I do not continue as I see Zarie stir a little in her sleep.

  That is a good sign, it means she can wake up at anytime.

I motion my sister to follow me outside since I would not want to disturb Zarie's sleep.

Who knows, she maybe had collapsed due to stress. 

If stress is the main reason why she collapsed, then she definitely needs the rest and I would not want to disrupt that needed rest plus she looks so cute when she is asleep. 

How she pouts her mouth when sleeping is just adorable 

I just want to ki...

'Hey! Earth to Zavier ' my sister snaps her fingers at my face, cutting me off from my sweet thoughts which earns a very displeased groan from me. 

'You really like torturing me. Don't you?’ I ask, glaring at her but she only smirks, brushing me off.

Come bro' she says, opening the door, reminding me I have an explanation to make. 

'Oh yeah' I say as I follow her through the door.

'So? ' she asks, her hands folded on her chest. 

' ummm... Daisy, do you think Zarie has found out about my past? huh?' I ask my sister with a slight panic in my voice.

'Why are you asking me that? ' Daisy asks, probably thinking I am making no sense.

'You know, she just fainted, so I am kind of thinking that maybe, she had seen something or heard something and You know,........ ' I tell her, trailing the last part, not wanting to say the forbidden words.

'Yeah, yeah I get your point very well but she just came into your life So I do not even see the reason why you should even be worried about her, already having discoveries about your past. 

Relax. Unless you have by chance told her something?’ She ask, looking at me with a raised eyebrow, worry full in her eyes. 

 I on the other hand just nod my head negatively to her question, telling her I have not told Zarie anything.

I know that she is right but the feeling that Zarie has an idea of my dark past keeps on nagging me. 

 I am fully aware that it is a well kept secret but I just can't seem to stop thinking like that. 

The truth is, she finding out about my cruel past is not what is bothering me but the dangers that may come with it. 

I do not know if I can even call it a past life. I mean, I want to call it a past but......

'Hey bro' Daisy calls for my attention but I am far away from there even though I am standing right in front of her. 

'Hmmm' I absent mindedly responds.

'So um, Have you thought of telling her yet? Daisy questions me.

What she says quickly snaps me out of my thoughts.

'Yeah. I have decided to tell her when we go to meet mum and dad today but Daisy, I.. I am a little bit afraid of what may come after it' I say with a shaky voice.

What if she decides to leave me because of it?... I cannot risk loosing another one. It may sound crazy but I think this is some sort of second chance for... ' I begin to say but I do not finish my words as I see a tear fall from Daisy's eyes. 

She always cries whenever someone talks about that night. 

After all, she was her best friend.

I still feel guilty for what happened even though Daisy have been telling me it was not my fault.

I feel like I could have stopped it if only I had been a man and stood up to face my fears. 

 The worst thing is, I am still here and I have still not done anything about it. 

The fear that history may repeat itself is really consuming me and now, I feel so useless and helpless. 

Ever since Daisy came into the family, we have been inseparable even though we are not from the same father, we still love and adore each other very much. 

'Daisy, I am really sorry for making you cry' I say as I wipe her tears away with my thumb and pull her into a tight hug, rubbing her back in a soothing way as she keeps on crying. 

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’So sister, why did you loose conciousness all of a sudden'? Daisy asks, staring at Zarie with an inquisitive look as she continues to sip leisurely on her orange juice.

We are currently having a dinner Zarie personally insisted to cook even though I told her there is a maid to do that. 

She dismissed the maid early and was so adamant that we all had to cave in. 

After our brother-sister conversation, we went to checkup on her and we saw that she had already woken up. 

My sister suggested to cook but Zarie denied saying, she can't believe a pop star like Penny could cook. 

I do not blame her for thinking like that.

She is not the first person to doubt Daisy's cooking skills. 

People think a person like Daisy do not bother to do such things but my sister is a very good cook. 

At first, I thought my sister was the best cook but now, having a taste of Zarie's food, I have completely changed my judgment. 

"Umm you know, I was just shocked to hear that you are Zavier’s sister and uum.. My sister in-law at that'. Zarie responds, answering Daisy's earlier question. 

I mean, I cannot even believe what I am hearing right now. 

 How can some one literally fall unconscious just from discovering the identity of someone? 

Well, I think no one but my wife does that. 

'Oh' Daisy responds, undoubtedly thinking the same way as I am. 

From my peripheral sight, I can see how nervous Zarie is so I place my hand on her hand, which is on her thighs to just assure her that she does not need to feel nervous around Daisy and I.

She can just be herself.

"So what do you think about the food?" Zarie asks, uncertainty evident in her voice. 

To answer her question, Daisy and I both tell her how the food is amazing with me telling her that she is now my new best cook in the world and that, my sister is out of the list. 

 What I say earns a fake pout from Daisy, joking about how hurt she is for the fact that me and my wife are bullying her. 

And I do not also fail to notice how Zarie’s shoulders has relaxed when we tell her the food is very good. 

 I can't deny that seeing her so relaxed around me has brought some sort of calmness into my poor heart. 

Now I know I am one lucky man to have such a perfect wife.

And now, I am more than determined to keep her.

I will never let her out of my life.

I can feel she is my second chance to redemption.

Author’s note,

Thank you for reading, stay safe.