He now understood his parents' behavior. They were always sending her away—boarding schools, institutes, camps—they always seemed to want to distance her from Ethan. They didn't just want her away; they wanted her away from him. Perhaps they had discovered his obsession; perhaps they had caught him masturbating with her panties or spying on her in the bathroom or while she was changing. They always kept her away.
Ethan still recalled the day of her death, but now the memory was seen through a different, sinister lens. His teeth ground together so hard that blood seeped from his gums as he roared a single name into the empty office air.
"Vincent...!! If I find out that was you, hell will be merciful compared to what I will do to you, you son of a bitch...!"
With a sight ethan lay back in the desk chair for a moment, letting the frustration and hatred will dissipate slightly.
