46. WHO IS THE CRAZY BROTHER?

~RUBY

I stood at a spot, my legs frozen, unable to move.

Portraits of myself in different canvases stared back at me, unblinkingly. The only difference was that I was painted with black hair, instead of red.

But God, the image was uncanny. He captured my expressions perfectly, as though he drew me while I was sitting before him.

What... how...he was obsessed with me so bad that he drew me this perfect from memory?

When I was married to his brother?

When he had never, for once, bothered to be nice to me?

The speed at which my jaw dropping surprise turned to anger took me aback for a second, but I didn't let it stop me.

"What the hell is your problem? Have you lost your head? Why the fuck do you have this much portraits of me? Are you that jobless? You have nothing better to do?" I started, the pitch of my voice rising with each word.

I knew my words were cruel, but I was past caring. I wanted to murder him so much that my blood boiled with anticipation just at