Too Late, Richard

Too Late, Richard

Gavin

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For eight long years, I was trapped in Richard Blackwood's mansion, an agreement to care for his son, Ethan, after my sister Eleanor's death, but I called it a cage. Just as my contract neared its end, Ethan accused me publicly at a glittering gala, screaming that I was trying to replace his mother. Richard, ever the dismissive patriarch, instantly took his son's side, leaving me humiliated and isolated. His cold indifference deepened when Ethan destroyed my sentimental belongings, culminating in the heart-wrenching death of my beloved dog, Buddy, at Ethan's hands, which Richard shrugged off as an accident. He even tried to offer me the freedom from birth control as a 'favor' for my service, then brought in a younger Eleanor look-alike, Tiffany, to openly replace me. How could they consistently strip away my dignity and dismiss my grief, only to then try and buy my loyalty back? The pain was a constant throb, yet my resolve hardened with each calculated insult and dismissal. My breaking point came when Ethan, echoing Tiffany's cruel words, shot me with a slingshot as I left, delivering a final, petty wound. That moment snapped the last lingering thread of attachment; I dropped a silver charm at his feet, definitively severing our tie. I picked up my bag, ignored Richard's threats, and walked out the door, knowing my true freedom, and a new life, awaited in Montana.

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For eight long years, I was trapped in Richard Blackwood's mansion, an agreement to care for his son, Ethan, after my sister Eleanor's death, but I called it a cage.

Just as my contract neared its end, Ethan accused me publicly at a glittering gala, screaming that I was trying to replace his mother.

Richard, ever the dismissive patriarch, instantly took his son's side, leaving me humiliated and isolated.

His cold indifference deepened when Ethan destroyed my sentimental belongings, culminating in the heart-wrenching death of my beloved dog, Buddy, at Ethan's hands, which Richard shrugged off as an accident.

He even tried to offer me the freedom from birth control as a 'favor' for my service, then brought in a younger Eleanor look-alike, Tiffany, to openly replace me.

How could they consistently strip away my dignity and dismiss my grief, only to then try and buy my loyalty back?

The pain was a constant throb, yet my resolve hardened with each calculated insult and dismissal.

My breaking point came when Ethan, echoing Tiffany's cruel words, shot me with a slingshot as I left, delivering a final, petty wound.

That moment snapped the last lingering thread of attachment; I dropped a silver charm at his feet, definitively severing our tie.

I picked up my bag, ignored Richard's threats, and walked out the door, knowing my true freedom, and a new life, awaited in Montana.

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