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It's been two whole weeks since I last saw her.

Two weeks that made me fall into a deep hole from which there was no way out.

My life seemed cursed and my butterfly seemed just a punishment from God. He wanted me to see how it could have been and then, when after years of emptiness things should finally start to improve and I had finally decided to stand up to my father, he took it away from me again.

And that's my reason to fight...

For hours I had sat on the beach with the pendant in my hand. The all-consuming hope of her redeeming return kept me trapped in this place... but she never came back, which might even have been for her own good.

I just didn't deserve her, and although I felt an indomitable urge to go to her apartment every day, I didn't. Her life would take a turn for the better and mine would just carry on as before.

Now the darkness had me again.

Exhausted, I got up from my bed and looked at my bedside table first. My cell phone was there, but my gaze seemed caught on the golden pendant that she had simply thrown at my feet, angry and at the same time filled with grief.

Her words echoed through my mind like ghosts at the sight of him, and while she was sure she was right, she wasn't.

It really was a gift of love for her and the thought behind it was just that I wanted to see her beautiful smile that touched me in a way I couldn't even dream of describing.

I didn't put that shitty tracker in because of her, it was because of my father, but she didn't want to hear that. My words and justifications would have been useless in the face of their turmoil.

I pushed my thoughts of her aside with an effort and sighed and picked up my phone, where I immediately saw a message from Hector.

The apartment is empty and interested parties would take it immediately. Call me.

I ran my hand over my face and thought about this shitty apartment. There were so many beautiful memories between these four walls... not only of Mira, but now also of my butterfly, but the more beautiful the memories, the more painful the here and now.

That's why I just wanted to get rid of them quickly.

Sell ​​them to whoever you want.

I threw my phone back on the bedside table in frustration, then finally got up to get a white shirt and black jeans from the closet.

Once in the bathroom, I got ready and dressed in a hurry, then with the huge load on my shoulders I went to the basement of my villa.

Where there used to be loud music, on this day there was only dead silence... The loneliness had returned in its full extent, but I didn't want to do anything about it anymore. Maybe I should just be alone. Maybe that was my punishment for all my bad deeds and I would endure them to be free from all sin one day.

"Good morning, Emilio!" I suddenly heard my father behind me as I stood in the doorway and looked out into the garden. "Did you forget our appointment?"

I reluctantly turned to him and took in his gelled hair and unbuttoned shirt, only to catch a glimpse into his eyes with a cold stare.

"That's right," I said coolly and he immediately looked at me with a frown.

"What?" he asked, slightly irritated, and I turned my back on him to look out at the sun again.

"Now you're not only a pedophile, you look like one too."

I could feel him tense up behind me, but my face twisted. It would even have been a mercy if he had shot me in the head now, but he was too cowardly for that anyway. He would rather let others do his dirty work.

"Watch your tone! Ever since you met that girl-"

He didn't get any further! I immediately turned angrily on him, grabbed his collar and threw him against the wall behind him, causing him to groan in pain.

"Dare you even say a word about her and I'll kill you without a shred of remorse!"

He looked at me with wide eyes, but when I recognized a grin on his face again and my whole body tensed up, I couldn't hold myself back with the best will in the world.

All the pent-up anger at me and him. All the desperation and the bitter thought that my butterfly would never come back... It all took over me unstoppable and I smashed my fist recklessly into his grinning face, causing him to immediately put his hands to protect it .

But that didn't stop me! On the contrary!

I hit him again and again. Ignoring his pathetic begging and pleading, and even when my fist and face were covered in blood, I couldn't contain my hatred.

"You're to blame for everything!" I screamed through tears of agony, while my father was already sinking to his knees under my punches and it was only thanks to the twins, who came through the front door at that moment, that I didn't kill him would have.

"Calm down!", one of them instructed me hectically and wanted to pull me back by my arms, but I tore myself away from him immediately to look for a few meters distance from my producer.

My body shook with hatred, and as I watched blankly as he got up again, his nose bloody, I hoped happiness would bloom in me at the sight.

But there was no sense of happiness or salvation, nor a sense of triumph...

It was more as if every hit to him had only worn me out further, so that I was finally at the bottom with no hope of rescue...

"You dare attack me, your father, like that?!" he yelled angrily when the twins finally helped him up and suddenly pulled his pistol out of his jacket to point it squarely at my face.

Immediately the twins also drew their weapons and aimed at him, but I made it clear to the two with a calm hand signal that they should put down their weapons again, which they did after a short hesitation on my instruction.

"Do it!" I then said to my father, who was only a meter away from me and still had the gun pointed squarely at my forehead.

The blood was constantly running out of his nose, dripping every second onto the wooden floor and was the only thing that could be heard for a moment in this silence.

"Do you think I would hesitate?!", he grinned and while his hand started to tremble and the gun wobbled as a result, I slowly took the one step that separated us, towards him to hold him by his to support this pathetic attitude.

Without the slightest fear of anything, I wrapped my hand tightly around his and pressed the barrel of the gun to my forehead, staring steadily into his dark eyes.

"Yes, you would! But believe me, I wouldn't hesitate for a second!" I replied in a firm voice, letting go of his hand to continue to stare at him without an expression in my eyes. "Do you know what the difference between us is, father?! You still have something to lose. I don't anymore - and that very fact should keep you from even messing with me again!"

Because a man who has nothing left to lose is capable of anything...