What the heart never forgets (On hold )

Chapter 7 - What the heart never forgets

Chapter 7

       Peter’s POV

The last days had been crazy, but all had gone good and a lot of that thanks to Mrs. Gray. I had to talk to dad about hiring more staff and get an extra lawyer on board with more experience than me. Because the constant drip of new clients had made the workload bigger for everyone. A lot more companies were dealing internationally than before and needed our expertise and I’m way to young to get more responsibility than I already have. I know I’ll be partner one day if I don’t screw up. And I really want to take over after my dad one day, but not tomorrow or in the near future.

On my drive home on Friday I had called a bored Sasha and finally put up the courage to address the guilt I feel about what I put her through. She’s amazing or maybe a nutcase. But anyway she assured me she was the one to blame, she should have taken the headaches seriously and not just brushed it of like it was nothing.

She had also said she had something to confess, like it was a bad thing. However she just pondered about if she had overstayed her welcome at my place. Since mom had accused her for living with me. Oh‘boy did she get surprised when I informed her that dad had paid half the rent for her for several months, and that he did so happily because the food budget at home had decreased severely after she had moved out and paid for her own food. I was a bit taken back at the fact she didn’t know. But I had to reassure her that I loved to have her as my roomy. And that I didn’t really want to live alone and as my savior, she was the one I wanted to live with. She had pointed out that it was I that had been her savior and not the other way around.

Oh, little did she know. I had let my thoughts wander after that phone call. That was never a good thing, but alone in my car I could do nothing about it. I had to confess to myself that she had really been my savior. She is the sister I had always wanted to have when I was a little boy. She had only been in my life for five years now. But I can’t see my life without her in it. She had so naturally become a part of my family when dad and mom brought her home from the hospital. She was Edwards’s patient and he talked about her with admiration and respect during one of mom and dads Sunday dinners. He wanted to take her in him self, but as his son Eddy junior was fighting a loosing battle against cancer he and his wife Sara didn’t have time to take care of this girl with no memory of the past. I remember I thought it was strange that mom and dad the next day went to visit her in the hospital, a stranger that we had no connections to.

Some weeks later she moved in. I was furious when they told me they had decided to take her in. But the day she came to live with us that all changed.

 I remember it like it was yesterday; she didn’t look a day over 14, skinny and fragile. Short blond hair, that almost covered the red scar running down in the back of her skull. But when she smiled her shy smile and her blue eyes shone with laughter, she would light up the world. She brought out the protective big brother in me straight away, with her fragile state and uncertainty of how the simple everyday things in life worked. She came into my life as Eddy past away. The loss of Eddy still painted me, but the feeling of really being needed and have some to sheer the grief with even if it was not the same grief it had pulled me out of a depressing spiral. She had been mourning the loss of her unknown past and trying to find her way back to life. I had been morning the unfair loss of my friend. So in my mind she was my savior, because she pulled me out of my misery and showed me a purpose of living on. Because I got a little sister to take care of. The rest of the drive home I had battled with the memory of Eddy, it was bittersweet.

Yesterday I had buried myself in work and pushed the thoughts’ of Eddy and the past as faraway as possible.

I’m still in bed, just chilling. It’s so good its Sunday, no work today and I’ll go home to mom to get a home cooked meal. Wonder what she is making for us today? I have a craving for her famous lasagna. Maybe send her a message and ask if she can make it, nah it’s probably to late in the day already. Maybe I should check the time. Oh, why bother I want to sleep some more, this bed is so comfy.