Page 139 of Merciless Obsession
“That’s a surprise. Now I need you to grab my bookbag because I refuse to tip over attempting to get it.”
That cracked the stiffness in Ezra, causing him to stifle a laugh. He walked over to the chair and bent down, picking her bag up and handing it to her.
“I’ll be back.” She flicked her hair behind her shoulders and headed out the room.
The tension in the room grew the moment it was just me and Ezra. “They put my cast on today. Hopefully this tube will be gone later too so I can go home.”
You would have thought he had a pound of Botox injected in his face by how still it stayed.
“Something’s bothering you.” It was an observation not a question.
His eyes grew darker. Going inside his pocket, he stepped closer and tossed something on the bed.
I squinted and leaned forward, ignoring the stiffness in my body. My stomach dropped and my mouth grew dry.
“Why do you have these?” My voice shook as I stared at the picture of my sister and the notes I had received.
“No, the question is, why didn’t you mention you were being threatened?” His voice was steady but it was clear by how he was staring at me that he was pissed.
“Why were you in my office? Why were you at my house at all?”
“Ziora.” Oh yeah, he was pissed if he was real naming me.
“This isn’t the first time I was threatened, Ezra. I didn’t think it was a big deal.”
“Obviously it was or you wouldn’t have been in the fucking hospital for the past week!”
My eyes bucked. Ezra never raised his voice at me. He was always laid back, smiling, and laughing. His irises were the color of coal. It was nerve wrecking.
“I didn’t think they were serious.” It was a weak excuse but it was honest. Although I used an alias with my blog, I still received threatening messages and comments due to the content I posted.
“That’s a picture of your dead sister and a threat attached to it! You didn’t think that was serious?”
My eyes dropped to the picture of my sister. I hadn’t looked at it since I received it, not wanting to see Charlie’s lifeless eyes staring back at me.
I examined the picture, bouncing my eyes around it when something caught my attention. My mouth turned upside down and I brought the picture closer.
“Something’s not right,” I mentioned.
“What?” Ezra asked.
Ignoring him, I brushed my hand over the photo.
“Ziora, what is it?”
“My sister. The scar on her side, she didn’t have it before she was taken and it looks fresh too.”
Ezra approached the bed and took a seat on the edge. “Let me see.”
I handed the picture over and he examined it. “You sure?”
I cut my eyes at him. “I think I would know if my sister had her stomach cut open. Look, she has two of them. Those aren’t just regular scars either. Look how clean they look compared to the rest of her body.”
My sister was bruised and battered, but the scars were clean cut, neat. Even if the photo was old, I could tell someone who knew what they were doing cut and stitched her up.
“Hold on.” Ezra pulled his phone out and took a picture. He tapped the phone a couple times then set it on his lap. Lifting his head, he stared at me with intensity.
“Are there any more threats I should know about?” Taking the picture back from him, I studied it again. My chest felt like someone dropped cement blocks on it. My stomach constricted.
