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The Girl Who Refused to Be Broken

Chapter 4 

Word Count: 436    |    Released on: 18/06/2025

ersonal challenge. The days blurred into a haze of fear and small acts of rebellion –

hear and make the connection. "Eli Miller! Agnes Miller! They live near Sti

e, but I saw him glance my way when he thought I wasn't watching. I looked terrible, I

old Eli?" Pa Peterson a

. "Heard her. Sounds crazy." But his ey

ying to drag me towards a dark, musty root cellar b

ed, kicking and scratching. "Gra

face inches from mine, his breath foul. He ba

me through the cellar door,

Open up! Sh

t shivers down my spine even in my terror – Grandpa E

ading light, Grandma Agnes beside him, her face a mask of fury. Sheriff Brody, looki

struggling in Cletus's grip. A

Grandpa Eli said, his

new kind of fear. He released me, a

an instant, her arms around me.

turned his icy gaze on the Petersons. Sheriff Brody

sons, faced with Eli Miller's c

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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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