Chapter 35: Everything Takes A Toll Eventually

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Daisy felt so chuffed with herself having Burak's support. Although she doesn't know him very well, she trusted his intentions with her sister. Observing their relationship and also the way he treats her family, she felt like he was a safe bet. Feeling a bit tense regarding the situation, as both her siblings are involved and she didn't want anyone to get hurt. She wondered how this would all play out and hoped that she could play a vital part in protecting her loved ones.

"Are you okay? Looks like you deep in thought" Izzy told Daisy as she came outside too.

"Yeah, I'm all good! I was just thinking about dad's recovery" she lied.

"Oh.. yeah I think about it too" Izzy sighed.

"I think you should take a break . You have been up and down to the hospital daily" Daisy said concerned.

"No, I'm okay. I'm not tired at all"

Daisy looked at her younger sister who clearly had not rested well in a while. The dark circles under her eyes and her eyes were red as well. She knew that she would not admit defeat , as she was quite stubborn. 

"Sure, I'll believe you" Daisy replied sarcastically.
"I'm fine, really.." Izzy trailed off.

She looked at the garden and anyone could see that her mind was a million miles away.

"Are you missing him?" Daisy asked.
Izzy shook herself out of her daze and smiled lovingly at her sister.

"Yes, but used to be aparting more than being together.." she trailed off.
Daisy could see this made her sister sad and she pulled her closer for a warm hug.
"Such is life sis. There's sometimes alot of small and big obstacles that stand in the way of our happiness. Sometimes it's just life's little tests to make us more grateful for what we have. Soon this will all be over and you will be reunited with Burak"

Izzy burst out in tears and sobbed heavily into Daisy's shoulder. Her outburst took Daisy by surprise and she held her tighter.

"What are you crying about now, again?" Emma asked abruptly.

Her sharp words made Izzy feel worse as she quickly wiped her tears. Daisy got annoyed by Emma's disrespectful behaviour.

"What is your problem? Ever since you got back you worst than a bear with a sore paw. Your attitude and your harsh words are not needed. This is a tough time for our family so please start acting accordingly" Daisy warned her.
"And what if I don't want to? I'm sick of this family anyway!" Emma sneered.
"What a wonderful thing for the oldest to say!" Daisy said.
Izzy didn't like the tension building and tried to intervene and make them cool down, but things just escalated further.
"Please please just stop" Izzy pleaded.
"Just shup up, Iz!" Emma yelled.
"Why are you so mad at her? She has done nothing wrong?" Daisy said.
"Nothing wrong?? She's practically the little princess here! Because she's the youngest she's treated differently and now she brought home a cash cow I'm sure she's even more the favourite" Emma nastily spat.

Before Daisy could retaliate back, Izzy walked up to Emma and slapped her across the face. She stared fiercely into her eyes and then went inside without saying a word. Her actions made Emma and Daisy speechless, as they stood in the backyard motionless. Rubbing her heated cheek, Emma got furious and spat some nasty curse words then left. Daisy stood there even more confused on what to do. She went inside to check on Izzy, but she wasn't there. Walking from room to room, still no sign of Izzy. She reached for her phone to call her, but it went to voicemail. Walking to the kitchen, she saw Emma with an ice pack, icing her cheek. It was a first for everyone to see Izzy this heated, but they knew it was building up inside of her.

"Did you really have to go that far?" Daisy asked Emma.
"Hey! I'm the one that got slapped not the other way around"
"You deserved it Em! Your words were harsh and unnecessary. Now Izzy ran out and I don't know where she is"
"Little princess will be back. She's not a kid anymore so she knows better than to throw tantrums and runaway" Emma said.
"She knows better? What about you? As the oldest you should care for her as your youngest sister. Instead you're bashing her at every turn for no apparent reason" Daisy said.
"You nag just like mom. I'm going out and won't be back until late"
Emma said, as she left the ice pack on the kitchen counter and then grabbed her jacket and left.

Daisy felt lost at what to do, but thought of what Emma said and tried to give Izzy the benefit of the doubt of returning on her own. Going upstairs to take a shower and wash her hair, she felt exhausted of all the drama.

Meanwhile, Izzy strolled aimlessly by the beach. She had so many thoughts running through her mind and also felt bad for how she handled things with her sisters before she left. Feeling frustrated by it all, she reached for her phone in her jacket and called Burak. She knew speaking to him would make her feel better, but also he would be able to talk some sense into her about what she should do about Emma.

His phone just rang and rang, she was about to drop the call when it got answered.

"H-hello" Izzy stammered, unsure whether it was a convenient time to speak.
"Who is this calling my fiancé's phone?" a woman's voice replied.

Izzy took the phone from her ear and checked if she dialed the correct number. Feeling more confused than ever she wasn't sure whether to drop the call or not.

"Hello? Is this not Burak's phone?" she asked.
"Yes, it is. His my fiancé and who are you, if I may ask?"

Izzy sat hands knotted on her lap trying to make sense of it all, after she dropped the call. Her grip on her phone tightened as she kept replaying the words she had just heard in her head. In the moment she wasn't sure if she was shocked, outraged, angry or sad. Everything just felt too overwhelming for it to even make sense. Getting up to walk further on the beach, she felt a bit light headed. Trying to steady herself on her feet, she staggered further until the last thing she saw was a runner that was jogging along the shore and then everything went blurry and black as she passed out on the shore.




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