Chains Of Obsession

: Chains

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m my bedroom window as it rained, the only lighting from a single, dimly lit streetlamp. It wa

I had read a million times. "To Emily, our beloved daughter, upon her eighteent

wasn't what haunted me most; it was Jack, my brother, the only fa

thoughts. Before I could answer, Jack st

aned against the doorframe. His eyes were devoid of the wa

and it," I replied, tryin

ce. "You think it will change anything by reading it? Do you

he pain. I was used to him insulting me

own until his face was inches from mine. "I don't c

mixing with anger. "Why do you ha

but an obstacle, Emily. An annoyance." His gaze turned sharp.

the walls close in on me. "You

aid with a cold grin, I can make sure

d loudly, leaving a hollow hush in the aftermath. I dropped onto the edge of my bed, well aware of how fast my p

chores for me to do and tasks he'd holler at me continuously, treating me no better than a hired hand. I se

ng did. Jack had called m

standing at the front door

a shiver run down m

ver touching his eyes. "I

new better than to disobey him. Taking a deep breath, I went do

as dark as coal and a face as cold as stone, was standing by the door,

stammered, looking fr

with satisfaction, "is Michael Jorda

the stranger, my stomach chu

nsider it a transaction. You're goin

e a slap. "You...

ing me down. Michael's a powerful man. He's willing to pay a heavy price for you. A

, of understanding; but nothing had changed in his expression. His

barely above a whispe

ck's smirk grew wider

rward, his eyes narrowin

in place. "Please, Jack, don't do this," I begged, desperation clawing at my

f indifference. "Your begging won't change anythi

away, refusing to give him the satisfaction. Michael step

a low, firm voice. "It'll

g look at Jack, but he tried avoiding me, would not even look into my e

o the waiting car. The rain had started again around us in heavy sheets. I

home receded into the distance, leaving me to my thoughts in a car with a man whose name I didn't rea