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𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐔𝐏 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊

I stayed in the jacuzzi, sipping some wine as I tried to relax for a while.

It wasn't the first time that I was touched inappropriately, but it was the first time that it happened with a family member.

Pulling in my knees together, I stared at the bubbles in the bath.

How could I have not seen it coming? How could I delude myself into thinking I was safe with my family?

I had let my guard down. It was my fault.

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After covering up the wounds that formed from excessive scrubbing, I let the helpers in.

"This is the outfit your mother chose for today, ma'am." One of them said, laying an elegant and over the top black dress on the bed. Nodding, I sat down in front of the mirror.

A woman came in and started doing my makeup while the other curled my hair and let it fall freely.

While I looked great, I hated how I didn't have a choice in anything. I couldn't even get ready by myself.

After they were done, they left the room and I felt like I could finally breathe.

Opening a drawer and taking out a simple necklace, I smiled. It was a gift from my father, and I treasured it forever.

It was from when times were simpler, and we would enjoy spending time together.

Putting it on, I looked at my reflection in the mirror. 

I looked beautiful.

"Such a pretty girl..." The voice resounded in my head.

Shaking my head, I forced myself not to think of what that man said as I walked out of my room.

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The sound of heels clicking filled the reserved restaurant as I walked up to the table.

"Mom. Dad. Uncle. Aunt." I bowed, not making any eye contact with my uncle. Taking a seat next to my mom, I ignored their usual chatter about their business.

My mom looked at my outfit and nodded in approval before getting back to talking to my aunt about the next meet with their friends.

"How was your day, dear?" My dad asked as I felt a piercing stare from my uncle.

"It was nice," I muttered, receiving a disapproving glare from my mom.

"Speak up, Mira." She chided me.

"It was nice," I spoke loudly, gripping the chopsticks tightly.

He nodded before going back to speak to my uncle about his photoshoot with a model next Monday.

Sighing softly, I decided to eat instead of participating in any more conversation.

Even in a room full of people, I couldn't help but feel lonely.