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ess the chaos before me. "No, I'm not..." I stammered, wincing as the pain from the slap radiat

re you talking about? And who are these men?"

questions. I felt a sting of shame but there was no need to hide it. "Brady d

e??" He

nd married that wretched being

t loan for him, using my ho

wasn't expecting him to sympathise with me bu

you won't drag me and your sister

mbfounded by my father's

, turning to the men in suits who ha

e said, handing me over like a possession. "Make sure she pays back every dime she has co

, Father?" I asked him

he yelled, sending s

acking. "Without even listening to my side of

I'm glad your mother isn't alive to see the shame you've

nd unyielding. "Enter into this car!" one of them de

men in suits who attempted to drag me towards the car. But I couldn't shake them off, they were too strong. Th

rse with fear and confusion. "Nobody's expla

ot about the divorce, the betrayal, and the heartbreak. All I could think about was the fact that my own family was abandoning me as the c

. I tried to open the door, to make a desperate bid for freedom, but one of the men g

to a stop in front of a building. The men dragged me o

ed my hands, I looked up at the building and

m me?" I spat, my voic

wer. Just the sound o

popped on my phone, I looked at the screen and it was Brady

see that coming, Camel

ssage. It was a picture of a loan agreement, an

d then, the final blow came: "Enjoy your time paying off th

g a loan. I felt like I'd been punched in the gut. I wanted to screa

ose myself, but my mind was still ree

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d in his chair, a smile spread across his face. "Is she the on

dragged me in replied, pushin

took a few steps towards me. "Young lady," he said,

ng, and I know I was in grave danger. The round man's face turned red with rag

e my money?"

oice. "N-no, sir," I stuttered, my bod

ated, his voice dripping with venom.

d, my eyes fixe

nd my business." A voice

letting out a sarcastic laugh. What'

leaming with amusement. "I've told you t

have fun pestering people for

ng man's chiseled features, his well-trimmed beard, and his luxurio

ked myself, jolting myself back to reality.

in need," he sneered, "and then they're in a dilemma when

ing to a couch at the corner of the room. I sluggishly

his voice booming across the room,

I sent to your mail, Uncle Charlie," he s

efore releasing money for the building mate

id, leading Henry to the office. Henry's eye lingered

y. "Why are you interested in knowing her story?" His Uncle sh

nry's attention from my situation and thei

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eminder that he has blocked me, I glanced around the unfamiliar environment and some group of men wer

ought as chills went down my spine and how was I

n and uncle Charlie's voice drifted ou

in my life" he responded as

my tears with a crumpled tissue as my heart dropped, remi

before I could process what was happening, Mr Henry's vo

nd I'll clea

ice barely above a whisper. "Are... you talking to me" I

p forward covering

me correct

elia, and I'll