Chapter 15. Missing Her

I looked at the painting, didn't know for how many hours already.

I woke up this morning feeling ecstatic, having her in my life. Loving her. I've never even known, I could feel this way again. Not since Marcie, that voluptuous red-haired bitch.

But this was much more than Marcie, I couldn't believe that I had fallen for her that fast. Since Marcie I had pledged myself, to never settle for one woman. That I would fuck whoever I wanted, and live happily ever after with my wealth until I was old enough to die.

Nobody cared about me anymore, not since I killed my little sister, Gwyneth. God! I missed Gwen. I should've taken better care of her. She needed me, I knew she had been hurting. I should've pushed harder. Maybe she would still be alive. I should've seen the signs. She was never been that brave, she had been bullied because of her weight issues. Mum and Dad were always too busy, to notice her change of behavior. But I saw right