Zaxi

Could it answer all my questions?

Two days had passed but I still felt that she cheated me. She lied to me about everything, every moment I think of her this question comes in my mind

"Was our friendship also fake like her parents, her identity, her everything. Was she ever true to me?"

I felt sick thinking about it, I was lost in my thoughts most of the times. Zaxi was doing fine now, he behaves less strange and his health is stable. I had got a call from my lawyer stating he wanted to finish some documentation which my brother wanted to finish, so I told to meet me today. He should be here any moment, he was basically late.

"Ms. Woods" I knew it was him. His sharp and manly voice was no match, there he stood six feet, had a developed a great body from the last time I saw him, green eyes. Oh he did not look like a lawyer from anyway, but was one, a unique lawyer, best in his job.

"Yes, Come in Mr. Davis." I greeted him in a tune which I did not care whether it was rude/mean/sweet/Idontcare. Honestly he would be the last person I would be talking to in this planet.

He took a seat and took out a few documents from his bag. And then instead of giving me the documents or telling me what the work which he had to do, he just blankly stared at me, his eyes could tell many stories but I was in no condition to understand anything. I was shattered by everything which was happening around me.

"What?" I asked him in a harsh tone.

"Amira, are you sure you want to read this? I mean can we do this sometime in the future?" he said looking at the papers.

"No, let's do it now. What was the work my brother had given to you?"

"Ms. Woods, your brother wanted to transfer every penny he had into your account and wanted to let you know about the house you owned in the countryside as his last will." He said handing over me some documents.

I was startled by the words, I never knew I had a house in the country side. The house in the country side were very expensive. I looked at the document which he had given me, it had a numerous things written on it. My eyes scanned each word line by line, until it reached the end of the page.

Basically it stated:-

1. All the fortune earned by I, Jacob Allen would like to give all my will to Ms. Amira Woods, My Sister. It then had the bank account details.

2. The weekend resort, located in Colorado be in the name of Amira Woods, which was initially owned by her former Grandmother Mrs. Beatrice Woods.

My eyes scanned the word again and again. MR. JACOB ALLEN. He was Allen and I was Woods.

"How do we share different surnames?" I asked Mr. Davis in a loud, surprised, annoyed, and sad all at the same time.

"I was coming to that Amira, Jacob is not your real brother. He bought you home when you were six. That's all I know. Sorry." He said staring at my face which was emotion less.

He was not my real brother, he was not my brother. He was not my brother. What was I an orphan? Why did he bring me home? Why did he lie to me all these days? Why has everyone lied to me, first Hanna and then him.

It seems like my whole life is a big joke and everything I ever knew was just a big lie. A Big Lie.

"You can leave" I said and left him.

I walked up to my brother room. Oh right, he is not my brother he is Mr. Jacob Allen. The guy who loved me so much, the guy who lied to me my whole life. I still loved him the same irrespective whether he was my real brother or not. But the fear that I knew nothing about the person I loved my whole life, was just consuming me.

I sat down at the corner of his bed staring at the picture wall which consisted of various pictures of me and him. But mostly of me. I started at the picture which was taken during my 12 birthday, he always said it was his favourite. I was wearing a sky blue dress and he was dressed in a blue formal shirt and pant. We both looked happy, very happy.

I started at his blue eyes, which matched mine perfectly. He had brownish-black colour hair and I had a very light shade of brown hair. If anyone saw us there would not have a second thought whether we were siblings or not. But we were not siblings. We were not.

Zaxi was sitting next to me, he started at the picture, as if he agreed to me. He suddenly got up and started shouting and scratching the wall.

I got up and touched the picture, I wish he was here right now. I missed him madly. As I moved my fingers across his face in the picture, my finger felt different as an irregular substance had come underneath my finger. My eyes focused on the spot, it was my right eye. It was bright and different than the left eye. It felt like a button.

I pushed it, and a box opened. It was a locker. I had no clue what the password would be. I randomly typed many numbers, suddenly I typed my date of birth and the door of the locker opened.

It had an album and a diary.

I took both of them and took a seat in his bed. I flipped open the diary. It was clear from the handwriting that it belonged to Jacob and the diary was dedicated to me.

He wrote a diary which was dedicated to me. Couldit answer all my questions?