CHAPTER FOURTEEN

MARCUS'S POV

When Chelsea went for summer and Christmas holidays it was always hard saying goodbye to her. She loved spending the holidays with her old folks but I often missed her so much.

I wanted to call her and just listen to her voice but my inner conscience would always taunt me. It often called me clingy and that always stopped me from calling her.

It's been years and I still haven't gotten a clue about my so-called lost sister. My mother had left such a big task on my hands.

I didn't even know what she actually looked like. I was only left with the definition of her birthmark. 

It's star shaped precisely on her neck.

I wish she was still here, maybe things would have become this hard.

I wouldn't be the broken boy Chelsea and I would have been good to her.

I haven't told Chelsea about my lost sister but from what I know mom gave her away to some rich influent