My Sister's Fiance

Chapter thirty two -- the truth

Emme.

The painting slipped through my hands and if Bianca wasn't too attentive it could have fell to the tiled floor.

Why?

How?

I don't understand.

The painting was distractively beautiful but it also paints my sister. Her eyes lit in a wonderful way I have not seen in her, her laugh was so beautiful it could replace Monalisa and her dress, she was dress in a wedding gown, her face is simple and beautiful in itself and her hair was curled and kept, but it was not the thing that captures me or anyone seeing it. It was how her almost sideway picture show her laugh that the world around her were blurred and insignificant to the painter's eye. It was how her curled hair loses in her sway that makes you fell amaze. And it is how her laugh were painted matched with her eye that even if it is just a portrait you could almost hear its melodic sound. It was just so lovely it makes my heart aches, so much.

How?

Why?

I don't really understand.

I feel my world spinning and torn apart but before it could smash down entirely I saw the slanted black word in the lowest right corner of the painting. It saids,

Cattey.

The world comes to a halt as realization came in. The first portrait and this one. They were interconnected. My fiance and his coldness toward her is related. My sister's shock expression and disapproval for my wedding, her intent of delay by going away and her disinterest in Jeremy being my fiance and husband. Then her sudden glow and life, their sudden closeness and laugh. Their connection and the look in their eyes. I thought I was just dreaming and delusional, but I was not. Something had happen all along, and my sister flying away making Jem follow suit make them together. Are they together now? Then more laughs and dreamy eyes from my sister's eye filled my mind and by the image of it I know in myself the answer to my question.

It all makes sense! It all make good sense now. Everything makes sense now.

Boiled with anger I run away and just heard the fading call of Bianca from behind. Everything seems so insignificant, the only thing that keeps on my mind is my sister and her betrayal.

Driving, I speed up and went directly home. Lost in thoughts and fury and by the time everything just seems to pour in I arrive just in time to see her outside the door too. Parking hastily and launching, I feel my self in unknown fury.

The traitor!

Not caring that were still outside doors I stormed over her and without words I slapped her hard as I could and wish I could have slapped her harder. "You bitch! You snake! You Traitor!!!!" I yelled at her while trying to get grip of her body or any part of her as I clawed and slapped her all might I could. I feel hurt and betrayed to the core I swear I could almost kill her.

I yanked at her and pull some of her hair and slapped her more wishing I never had a bitchy sister!

I hear her sob and cry and she makes no defenses. She just take everything I give which she so utterly deserved! I felt no mercy as she had felt none for mine. How could she do this to me? All this time she knew what I wanted, a family and a man to love and cherished yet she stole him away! How dare she! She even said and promised that Jem's ex would never come back yet she did return with a heavy slap on my back snatching what's mine!

"stop! Stop it!" I hear someone calling from behind and before I knew it I was kicking and pulled away from her. I struggle to get away and attacked again but the man's grip was too strong I can't even make any attempt.