"Just shut up Lydia!!"
"What? Why! I care about you and you don't even seem to second look me? I'm just a member to you!"
"For gods sake SHUT UP!" I looked at him in disbelief.
"Why'd you even save me to begin with?!"
"Because I love you Damn it!!"
...
I never thought this would happen, I mean who would? I knew I wasn't my parents favorite. Grace was. Grace is 9 years old. She's a beautiful girl with wavy blond hair and green eyes, the perfect complexion.
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She was vibrant and talkative when appropriate. And very mature for her age. My parents were proud of her, there prized possession. But I never thought they'd go as far as selling me. You heard me.
I knew that we had money problems. We lived in a small 2 bedroom house. Neighbors weren't bad but the neighborhood was full of tweakers. We got evicted last weekend. And have to be out by the end of the month.
My parents told me last night. A guy named Ashton wanted a girl. He said any age 15 and over would be fine. I would work for him, live with him. And each month he would give my parents a check. They said he was paying 3,000 upfront. That I'd be saving them, Id be saving Grace.
I agreed even though I had no choice. And now here I am. I'm packing up my belongings in boxes to live with a stranger. Grace ran into our room throwing herself Into my arms.
"I don't want you to leave! I'll miss you!" I swallowed back the tears that were begging to flow. How was I so lucky to have her as a sister?
"I'll miss you to Gracie." I said back letting go. I saw her face stained in tears. And it broke my heart. Nobody this precious should be in pain.
"Lydia Ashton's here." My dad called. I grabbed my stuff and began to the living room. Grace following close behind me.
And that's when I saw him. Ashton that is. He seemed around my age. 17 or so I'd say. He had tasseled black hair and peircing eyes. His outfit was all black, including his leather jacket. Everything about him screamed danger. What kind of parents do I have?!
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"Nice to see you Ashton!" My mom said cheerfully. Ashton shook my fathers hand. His eyes wandering until they found me. I quickly looked down as I felt heat rising to my cheeks.
"No!" My sister screamed. "You can't take her! She can't go!" I watched as she began to sob and throw a fit. My tears forcing there way out.
"Gracie listen," I said calming her down, "I know this is scary and that your sad right now, I'm sad to. But this will really help you and our parents. It'll be fine I promise you."
