Double Star.

16: What a Handsome Man He Could Be, My Step-Brother !

PoV Sarah :

I kept my eyes wide open for a moment shocked by what I was seeing, how is that possible? Why is my dad on this screen?

- "You're probably wondering why I made this video, right ? Well first of all, if you're seeing me here on this screen, it means that I am no longer part of this world...". I got closer to the screen without removing my eyes from it. My father knew he was going to die? Why? How? Dad stayed silent for a moment probably trying to think of what he was going to say. His stare was vacant, he kept his fingers crossed on his desk and his face seemed sad and tired, he seemed...overwhelmed.

Yet, I had never noticed it before. Were my parents pretending that everything was fine when everything was going wrong? Were the smiles shared at each meal not real? I began to memorize all the good moments I thought I was sharing with my family, was I living in an illusion where I thought I was the only one that mattered?

- "Sarah, what I am about to tell you will certainly change your vision of things. First of all, I would like to apologize, I'm sorry to impose this heavy responsibility on you. You are everything I have and the only one I could trust. You should know that no one can see this ''video'' except you, thanks to the cat that I brought from Japan, it might look like a simple decoration but it's a brilliant system that can record your prints and identify them the second time you touch it, and I already asked you to put your fingers for a moment on it, remember ?". I looked at the statue in absolute confusion. So it means that when I touched this...cat, it identified my prints and activated some sort of a system that can allow me to watch the last video that my father did specially for me? Oh god...

-"I know you may feel a little surprised but the worst is yet to come. You have probably noticed the appearance of some incomprehensible papers, right? They will be the main reason for my death. Everyone wanted them, Everyone...to reach the precious jewel of our family. But these papers can not be deciphered without the knowledge of certain signs. Indeed, these papers are coded. I was receiving many death threats lately and that's why I'm doing this video. This person will do whatever it takes to steal these papers and I know that he will go after you too to reach his goals". He stopped for a moment looking down. This person? He? Going after me? What in the world is happening? I'm shaking from dad's words. Did he know the person that killed him? And if he was receiving death threats, why didn't he tell the authorities about that? So many questions are jostling in my head and I don't know where to put myself...I looked at my father's face with tears in my eyes, I miss him so much, and seeing him shaking like that and looking at me with a desperately tired stare is shattering my heart. 

-"Dad...".

-"I miss you so much, daddy !". I want him to hug me like he always did and reassure me with kind words like he was doing when I couldn't sleep because of my illness.

I miss him...I miss him so bad and I can't do anything about that. My tears began to flow as I was getting closer to the screen, reducing the distance between us to a few centimeters.

-" Sarah darling...I...". He covered his eyes with his hand and as if he was with me feeling my pain, a tear started running down his left cheek. He composed himself seconds later, rubbing his red eyes and finally facing me through his camera.

-"I'm demising all my fortune to you, everything will be poured on your account when you reach eighteen !". I wiped my tears and tried to stay focused on what dad was saying but seeing that he was thinking about me even when he was in a critical position made me cry more than before.

-"I don't care about your damn fortune dad! I don't care about anything! Why did you have to leave me, you and mom? Wasn't there a better way to dodge all these dramatic situations? Didn't you think of what could happen to me after you leave me?". I screamed in pain, falling on my knees, and trying to catch my breath. All the pain I thought I could handle after these six months of dealing with my parents' death, is crashing at my heart like a grenade and blowing it up into small pieces again.