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The Girl Who Refused to Be Broken

Chapter 2 

Word Count: 467    |    Released on: 18/06/2025

e shack was filthy, the food scraps. Cletus was always watching me, his eyes making my skin crawl. I thou

de and Pa was sleeping off whatever moonsh

ch other better," he sn

d when he yelped, I shoved him with all my might.

de, gulping the clean, cold air, and ran.

s ached. I could hear C

ere, you li

y face, my city sneakers useless on the uneven ground. I tri

n seconds, yanking

way, huh?" He dragged me

ere, arms crossed. "

sperate, hopeless sound. "Eli Miller! Agnes

just looked

unted, suddenly more ale

clutching at the straw of their

hey ain't got no granddaughters up her

s streaming down my face. "Pl

axe. It was Jake, my cousin. He sometimes did odd jobs for folks out

f flooding me. "Jake, i

– dirty, bruised, my hair matted. He didn't re

here?" he asked

erson said smoothly. "Claims she's

– confusion? Doubt? Then he shook his head. "Don't know her.

of hope died. I

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“My whole life was about getting out of this blue-collar town. Ivy League scholarships were my ticket, and I lived and breathed SAT prep. My best friend, Bree Van Doren, struggled with her studies, her family's hardware store failing. She always said I made it look so easy. Then Bree suggested a "study retreat" at her remote family cabin in the Adirondacks. After she handed me a bottle of water, that's the last thing I remembered before darkness. I woke up on a dirt floor, head pounding, in a filthy shack. This was no cabin; this was a nightmare. The Petersons, a rough, menacing family, treated me like an animal. Then Bree appeared, her face shockingly cold, flatly admitting she sold me to them. For a few hundred bucks and a beat-up snowmobile, my "best friend" had erased her academic competition. I was to "keep Cletus company." Sold. Like an object. For a snowmobile. Every Ivy League dream I had, reduced to ash. Panic clawed at my throat. How? Why? Even my own cousin, Jake, seeing me bruised and desperate, didn't recognize me. But a silent scream of "NO" echoed in my mind. I would not break. I was Sarah Miller, and my formidable grandparents, Eli and Agnes Miller, would find me. And when they did, Bree Van Doren would pay.”
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