Richard
“What do you think you’re doing?” Raymond yelled. “Richard!”
Was he blind? Did he not see that I was busy f*****g a w***e?
“What are you doing here?” I asked. “Wait outside, Raymond. I need to take my bath.”
I dismissed him and gestured toward the girl crying in the corner of the bed. “And you,” I pointed to her, “I don’t want to see you in here again when I come out.”
I slammed the door behind me as I stepped into the bathroom. No matter what I did, I never seemed to be satisfied. There was always a sense of something missing within me. I leaned against the sink, staring at my reflection in the mirror.
The hollow eyes staring back at me only deepened my despair. Despite the fleeting pleasures, there was an emptiness that gnawed at my soul—a void that no amount of indulgence
