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Story of My Life Novel Chapter 7

Marriage On Hold by Mark Twain 7

 

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I stared into my dad’s eyes, where every glance was a calculation, every blink a scheme unfolding. 

He wasn’t joking. 

He was figuring out which “parts” of me could be sacrificed to “compensate” for his precious son’s broken leg. 

I didn’t cry and didn’t make a scene. 

I only looked at him and nodded with perfect clarity. 

“Fine,” I said. 

My reaction caught everyone off guard. 

Dad was struck dumb. 

Mom, who just regained consciousness and gared at me with consternation. 

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Even Eileen, lying by the bedside, forgot to keep up her little act and shed another crocodile tear. 

I strode past them to Barnaby’s bed. 

Sweat beaded across his forehead from pain and fear, and for the first time, his gaze at me was tinged with unadulterated terror. 

“Don’t worry, Barnaby,” I said. “I’ll bring the scale to perfect balance.” 

With that, I turned on my heels and left the hospital. No one tried to stop me. 

Perhaps they believed I was truly going to make some heroic sacrifice for the family, for his broken leg. 

I went back to the “home” that held me captive for twenty years. 

I didn’t pack any clothes. I only grabbed my ID, my birth certificate, my passport, and every original certificate and award I had earned through hard work. 

At the last stop, I stepped into Dad’s study. 

That maroon-covered “family ledger,” which had recorded all my “crimes,” rested in the most 

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conspicuous spot on the desk. 

I took it, along with other documents, and put it into my backpack. 

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This was the first time I had ever taken anything from this house that didn’t belong to me. 

But someone, I felt that this was the one thing I was entitled to. 

I didn’t leave a note or make a call. 

Before shutting the door, I took one last glance at this lonely, cold prison I once called “home.” 

Then, I left. 

There was no shred of regret or settlement. 

As fast as I could, I ran to the bank and withdrew every cent that I had saved from working three jobs. Then, I bought the first flight to the south. 

The moment the plane soared into the sky, I watched the city shrink beneath me and felt a freedom that I had never known before. 

Meanwhile, in the hospital, Dad regained composure after a brief shock. 

He said to Mom, “I’m glad that she has come to her senses. Wise and responsible. She’s worthy of being my daughter.” 

He pulled out his phone, grinning with pride, and called Pierce, eager to figure out how to milk me dry. 

But to his shock, I turned my phone off. 

Two days had passed. 

There was no word from me. 

Dad started to suspect something, but he assumed I was throwing a fit and hiding somewhere. 

He bombarded me with messages, starting with orders, then escalating to insults. 

“Sylvie! This has gone too far! Your brother can’t wait! Get your ass back right now!” 

“You ungrateful brat! We didn’t raise you to leave us in the lurch! Do you want your brother to end up crippled?” 

Mom wouldn’t stop calling me, but every call went straight to voicemail. 

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On the third day, an urgent letter from a lawyer was delivered to them. 

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Dad opened the letter impatiently. After he read it, that mask of calm he always wore finally 

cracked. 

I sued them. 

The charges were abuse, illegal seizure of my property for over a decade, and psychological manipulation. 

I demanded that they return every penny I had been forced to give to Barnaby as “compensation” since six, including pocket money, scholarships, wages… a total of 63,100 dollars. 

In addition, I insisted on 170,000 dollars for the emotional damage. 

And the most crucial evidence was the “family ledger” that I had taken, the one Dad was so proud of. 

Every page, every line, clearly recorded the crimes he had committed against me over a decade. 

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