Forever In Chains

es, even the money currency is a imagination and I am sorry if the is errors of the sentence but

aunt's voice echoed through the halls, a stark reminder of the life I'

ur uncle has to go," Aunt Mary called out,

tensity. He occupied my father's chair, a constant reminder of the power he'd usurped. I felt a shiver

said, attempting to distract

on through me. "You know, if you weren't my brother's daughter, I would've..." He pause

my own uncle speak to me like this? The man who was supposed to protect and

d, my voice trembling as I stru

a mixture of curiosity and amusement.

versation ahead. "I'm turning 18 next week, and I

discuss this later, after your cousin's wedding. And as for the busi

is wife had taken control of my family's estate, relegating me to a life of servitude. They'd d

ed my thoughts, her shrill tone gra

their one-year-old son, James Junior, in tow. My uncle's eyes

sumed by the weight of my circumstances. I was trapped in a life I d

hope ignited within me. This innocent child, with his bright smile and

free from the shackles of my uncle's tyranny. I had to fight f

rived to take me to the grocery store. As we drove through the streets, I felt a

ing scene. A wealthy young man, with an air of arrogance about him, was b

y anger and outrage pouring out of me like a torrent. "How dare you treat this

is face reddening with anger. "D

n't care who you are. What I care about is the way you'

refused to back down. I knew that I had to st

me. I was no longer just a timid, oppressed young woman. I was a fo

ze with determination, I knew that