Worshiper Of His Existence

Chapter # 7

Soon the flight arrived, even though me and Alessandra weren't from Italy.

I was born in Egypt, she was from America. My Mother, Isis, was from Egypt, she named me.

Father brought her to our place one day, claiming she was sold in an auction so he got her as a gift for me.

So I could socialize and have a friend and ever since then.

"Zari?"

There was no one but her for me but later we shifted to Venice and had been stuck there since then.

"Zariah?"

How things changed in a matter of snap were quite troubling, having no sibling truly brought me a disadvantage and now I had become what he said-

A puppet bound to obligations.

But things were fun once. Me, Alessandra, De Villiers, Nathaniel. All of us grew up together.

"Zariah!"

"Huh?"

"Where are you lost, Zari?"

Nathaniel snapped his finger before me, I blinked, coming back to reality from my fazed state.

"Have they arrived yet?" I asked, tentatively after noticing Nathaniel's frown.

"Zariah."

My heart skipped a beat due to his words echoing in my mind as I turned and saw Father standing behind me with a pissed expression.

"Father." I breathed out, acting all cool while burning from inside.

"How was your flight?" I asked, tone turning cold turning to Alessandra.

Having those arresting blonde hairs and light blue eyes; a perfect blond beauty, everything about her spells perfection and grace.

"Zariah, how are you?" She greeted me sweetly, giving me a side hug.

"Great, you, Al?" I asked, curling my lips upward but not in a smile. Nathaniel smirked, kissing the back of her palm.

"Pensavo di non sorridere oggi poi ho visto te." (I didn't think I was going to smile today but then I saw you)

I cannot believe he used this pickup line on my best friend. I stared at his face, indulging in the rage collecting between my eyes.

"Un semplice ciao andrebbe bene." (A simple Hi would be fine.)

Alessandra retorted, pulling her hand back as they smirked at each other.

Nathaniel chuckled, putting his one hand in his pocket and the other around my shoulder, hitching my breath.

"No, seriously, you truly ruined my whole mood."

His tone suddenly turned dominant with his jaw clenching, reflecting the detest he holds in his eyes.

"Nath-"

Father tried to say something but I cut him off.

"Aren't you guys tired? Why don't we go home first?" I offered, smiling.

"Yeah, we bothered to pick you two since you didn't bother to attend the marriage."

Nathaniel mocked him with a chuckle, trailing his hand down to my back, pressing me closer to him.

"See you at home, Come, Zari."

He smiled lovingly at me but I knew it was anything but affectionate.

Dragging back to his car, amplifying my impulses by his keen actions inclining my breaths to his strings.