After A Coma, My Twin Sister Returns For Revenge

A Job In Africa

Zavion POV

"Don't be an idiot," I said, glancing at the man lying on the bed, completely unresponsive in his coma. The sterile smell of antiseptic filled the air, mingling with the faint beeping of the machines that monitored his vitals. It was a surreal scene, one that felt like it belonged in a movie rather than my reality.

"I'm not being foolish; he's Zoe's dad," she replied, her voice steady but anxious, a tremor of urgency underlying her words. I could see the worry etched on her face, the way her brow furrowed as she looked at the man who lay there.

"How do you know for sure?" I pressed, my skepticism rising. It was a wild claim, and I needed more than just her word. She quickly left the room, her footsteps echoing down the sterile hallway, and returned moments later with a photo clutched tightly in her hand.

It was definitely Zoe's father, a younger version of him smiling broadly, his arm slung around a beaming Zoe or Chloe. I couldn't tell. The resemblance was undeniable, but why was he here, seemingly lifeless? And how did my dad even recognize him?

"Yeah, I bet Zoe has no clue her dad has been here all along," I remarked, the weight of the situation settling heavily on my chest.

"She doesn't, Zavion. We need to tell her," Izzy insisted, her eyes pleading with me to understand the gravity of the situation.

"But what do we say? We can't break the news until we figure out what happened to him," I countered, my mind racing with the implications of what we were discussing.

"We don't need to ask Dad directly. We just have to make it obvious that we noticed this room. He'll want to come in, and then we can slip in with him for some questions. It'll catch him off guard, and he might spill something," she suggested..

"I'm down for that," I agreed, feeling a surge of adrenaline at the thought of uncovering the truth. "Alright, let's get out of here. I need to find my girl," I said.

"You definitely do, but she's fine. Plus, it's only a forty-minute drive from Manhattan to Brooklyn. We've got time," she reminded me, trying to keep my anxiety in check.

"I don't. What if she decides to go out of the country, I won't be able to see her again."

"Alright, just go and make sure you bring her back!" Izzy shouted as I dashed out the door. I hopped into my car and sped away, feeling a mix of urgency and desperation. She had no idea that the moment she entered my life, everything changed for the better, and I needed her to understand just how much she meant to me.

Earlier today, before I was released from the hospital, my mom was taken into surgery. They told me she collapsed again, but thankfully, she was strong enough to keep fighting the illness, even if it can't be fully cured. I let out a deep breath as I pulled up to the ranch Chloe mentioned. It was beautiful, just like she described. I knocked on the door, and a woman with striking red hair appeared. She scanned me from head to toe before breaking into a smile. "Hi, um... I came for..."

"Zoella?" she interrupted.

"Yes, I'm here to see her; I have so much to tell her." Her expression shifted slightly.

"How sad."

"Why's that?" I asked, confused.

"She just left for the airport, and her flight is in twenty minutes."

My heart sank. "What? Where is she going?"

"Africa. She needed a break from everything and landed a job there."

"A job?" I echoed, trying to process it.

"Yeah, a chef position. It's always been her dream, and I'm really happy for her."

"Oh."

"Would you like to come in for some tea?"

"I wish I could, but I really need to find her," I replied.

"Then you better hurry before it's too late," she urged.

"Thanks a lot for the heads-up," I said as I dashed back to my car. I was moving at a speed I had never attempted before, but I couldn't afford to lose the love of my life. Once I hit the main road, I was met with a wall of traffic, leaving me no option but to jump out and sprint as fast as my legs could carry me. The airport felt like it was miles away, but somehow, I made it there. I rushed inside, scanning the crowd for her, even dialing her number, but she didn't answer.

Panic set in as the thought of losing her again gripped me. I wasn't prepared for that; Zoe meant everything to me, and I cherished the way she always kept me on my toes. Eventually, I found myself slumped on a cold metal bench, watching a plane take off, realizing she was gone. Zoella was out of reach, and I wouldn't get the chance to tell her about her father. Just as I was about to leave, I heard a voice call my name, "Zavion?" My feet felt glued to the floor as her voice washed over me. I turned to see her clearly, and in that moment, I didn't just hug her; I pulled her in for a kiss that spoke volumes of how much I missed her. The crowd around us erupted in cheers, but I was lost in the moment, unable to let go. Finally, I released her lips and gazed deeply into her eyes, my hands still cradling her face.

"How come you're still here? I just saw the plane take off," I remarked.

"I left my Visa back at the ranch... What a dumb mistake," she said, tapping her forehead in frustration.

I couldn't help but laugh, but her expression quickly shifted to one of confusion. "Wait, you're serious, aren't you?"

"Absolutely! I finally landed my dream job, and now I might lose it," she replied, her mood visibly darkening.

"So what if you lose it? There are plenty of chef positions in New York City. You could become a culinary star, and trust me, your cooking is top-notch."

"I was hoping to go to Africa to clear my head. With both my parents gone, I just don't feel like sticking around here."

"You might change your mind once you hear what I have to say."

"Nothing you say will convince me, Zavion, so just drop it."

"Your dad is still alive," I blurted out, knowing that would get her attention. "He's not fully himself, but he looks okay to me, and I can't just move on with someone else while you're still in my life."

"Papa is alive?" she asked, her focus shifting as tears began to well up in her eyes.

"Hey, don't cry," I said, gently wiping her tears away.

"I'm so happy! I have so much to tell him, so many questions to ask."

"Then let's head home. I promise everything will work out."

"Thanks for stopping me from leaving," she said, planting a kiss on my cheek. I took her hands in mine as we strolled out of the airport, her luggage in tow.