Ten Years a Ward

Chapter 8 No.8

Word Count: 552 | Released on: 07/08/2025

e roar of a car engine outsid

curled up on her bed,

call from her mother. After a m

. "You've really brought shame upon us! Climbing

fter her parents' divorce, her mother had

she had actively shown "concern" were to berate

e trembling. "Why do you

with disgust, "If you jeopardize my position in t

stared at the black scre

ard, refusing to

spised would be leaving th

home. Ava was busy with her preparation

g app and clicked on his contact, which was pinned to the t

n ten years she hadn't wi

ived a flight reminder. Tw

new post. It was a picture of her and Etha

eived a messa

birthday with just me. I

s lying on a waterbed in a bathrobe. Chloe's

silently closed the app and began to c

he took out her sketchbook an

She threw away every last thi

a night lamp on the coffee table in the living room

r light. From now on, she would be

ck of the painting she had made of

I wish you a happy life-one

ontacts, deactivated her accoun

she had lived in for ten years an

sky illuminated the city lights be

d never

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Ten Years a Ward

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“For ten years, I secretly loved my guardian, Ethan Hayes. After my family fell apart, he took me in and raised me. He was my entire world. On my eighteenth birthday, I gathered all my courage to confess my love to him. But his reaction was a fury I had never seen before. He swept my birthday cake to the floor and roared, "Are you insane? I am your GUARDIAN!" He then mercilessly tore the painting I had spent a year on-my confession-to shreds. Just days later, he brought home his fiancée, Chloe. The man who had promised to wait for me to grow up, who called me his brightest star, had vanished. My decade of desperate, burning love had only managed to burn myself. The person who was supposed to protect me had become the one who hurt me the most. I looked down at the NYU acceptance letter in my hand. I had to leave. I had to pull him out of my heart, no matter how much it hurt. I picked up the phone and dialed my father's number. "Dad," I said, my voice hoarse, "I've decided. I want to come be with you in New York."”