Chapter 5 What to believe and What not to believe

~Ralph~

"I don't have the time to engage in any conversation now, Caramiel." I said to my sister with a definite look and moved past her, but she trailed behind me.

"I heard all you and father discussed concerning the cursed lady." She muttered, and I stopped in my movement and turned to her immediately I heard what she said.

My face turned into a strong frown and I clenched my jaws.

"What did you just call her?" I thundered and she shuddered.

"Holl-up, That didn't come from me bro, that came from father." She said in defense as she raised both of her hands to the air.

"You're so lucky you're my kid sister. If not..." I didn't bother to finish my sentence but instead walked away and headed to my room.

"I'm so sorry for saying the lady is cursed." Caramiel added as she walked into my room before I could close the door. " But you just have to admit the truth that she is not Mira. Mira is gone, never to return, or she is probably dead."

My sister's words now made my stomach churn and I felt a bitter taste in my mouth.

How could she have the nerves to say Mira was dead? I gave her a deadly glare and I believe she knew what the glare meant because of how she reacted.

"Ralph," she muttered as she moved closer to me and held my shoulder. " It's just your head playing tricks with you. You're making yourself believe that mysterious woman is Mira, but she is not," Caramiel said with determination, and my back stiffened.

"Don't say things you're not sure about, Caramiel," I muttered and moved away from her face.

"You know deep down that I'm not lying, Ralph, just don't let your emotions take the better part of you."

"So how the hell are you going to describe their similar body physique and the same ...although I didn't get to see her real face because of how burnt it was. I felt a very strong connection with her that night I saved her. The same feeling I have each time I was with Mira. Can't you understand?" I said to Caramiel, but the look she gave me made it seem as if I was insane and talking gibberish.

"You know what forget about it Cara." I gave up trying to explain how I felt.

"I don't blame you for saving the lady, Ralph. You just have to admit that she is not Mira and the faster you admit that, the better for you and for us." Caramiel said, and in a way I felt she had a point, but I still found it very hard to accept it.

"I will allow you to think about this whole thing, brother. I believe it's alot for you to process now." Caramiel stated, and walked out of the room, leaving me with a flood of painful emotions to diffuse.

How could everything I've worked and planned for disorganize in a spark of minutes? Just how. I blame my father for all this.

F*ck! I bellowed and clenched my fingers hard before walking to my wine cabinet.

I poured myself a gin and downed it with one gulp such that the liquid burned my throat. But the slight discomfort from the gin couldn't be compared to the torrents of thoughts that surged in my mind.

I held my forehead in response to the migraine which was already manifesting in my head, but a thought popped up in my head and I quickly reached for my phone in my side pocket, cursing myself inwardly for not remembering what I had just thought about faster.

I dialed a number on my phone and the call went through immediately.

"Hello doctor Lemuel," I said as soon as the call was made.

"Greetings Ralph. Is everything okay? I believe you should be in New Orleans now." My doctor spoke but I pressed my temples.

"Yeah... I'm in New Orleans now, Lem, but there is a bit of a disturbing situation at hand."

"What's the problem? Talk to me. Is it about your fiancé?" He sounded worried over the phone and I paused or rather I became speechless after he mentioned the word 'Fiancé'.

I completely forgot I had lied to Lemuel that she was my Fiancé. That was the only way he approved of her when she was brought to his hospital, and he went ahead to perform the series of surgery he did on her.

"Uhmmm, Lem. It's about my...," the word Fiancé awkwardly became heavy for me to say and I groaned.

"Yeah its my Fiancé," I finally forced the words out of my throat.

"So what about your fiancé? Is anything wrong with her?" Lem asked, his voice still laced with worry over the fact I was taking forever to tell him what was wrong with my supposed Fiancé.

"Lem, I need you to help me with the results of her face before you had the surgery as soon as possible." I muttered.

"I don't quite understand you Ralph, you told me the lady was your Fiancé who returned after years of being missing. Why do you need a result on her face before surgery?"

"Look Lem, can you or can you not decipher her face before surgery? I'm running out of patience!" I barked at Lem because of the stupid questions which added more fuel to my anger.

"I... You know her face was partially burnt when she was brought in, but I can actually try to put some things in place and see if I would be able to gather something. It... it should take a couple of hours" he muttered in a disorderly tone.

" I need the results ready before sunrise tomorrow.' I declared.

"Yeah sure, we can work with that, but you have to know that the result might not actually look like a 100% of her real face."

"I'm still kinda -" he wanted to say another word, but I hung up immediately. What he wanted to say next didn't matter to me as long as I could lay my hands on a result which would expose the true face of the woman I mistook as my Mira. I was okay.

Now that I have thought about it, what actually attracted me to think of that lady, to think that she was Mira?. Even to the extent of me flying her across to Los Angeles to perform surgery on her. Although I'm very happy, I'm happy I saved her from the brink of her death, but... she's not...

What if she's not who I thought she was? Then what happens?

Urghhhh. This is just too much. I thought as I poured myself another glass of gin and downed it at a go. I had a third glass and also had a fourth, and then a fifth before finally pushing my weak body onto my bed.