Under Their Protection

I have always been something for others to use. I was born to serve another and was never given a choice. I saved her life and what are the thanks I get? I get to find my fiancé in bed with my big sister. I am determined to break free from the metaphorical chains that my family placed on me at birth and be my own person. I know they'll fight me at every turn. I know they'll never give up because I have something they need. I find myself with her life in my hands once again, and I have a choice to make.

I choose freedom, but at what cost?