The Dark Secrets of a Privileged Family and the Unexpected Price of Rebellion

Prologue
"Olive, don't go to Lewis, stay here in California. It snows in Minnesota plus you're not a fan of any of their sports teams," my sister Lily told me as she braided my hair in to a fish braid, "You also hate the cold."

"But it's a great private school and majority of their students become doctors," I argued back.

"Just promise me you will call every day, so that I know you're okay and you have to visit for all your holidays. You're only 16 and you're going to one of the best colleges in the states," she finished braiding my hair, "Why do you have to be so independent?"

"Because you grew up to fast and I followed in your footsteps. Let's go shopping and take our minds off this."

"Sorry sis I can't I need to be in the office soon, maybe next time," she gave me that stupid you know it's my job smile.

Lily is a lawyer. She works with small business helping them get started and when they get sued or sue bigger companies. The only big company she helps is our parents. They have several extremely expensive restaurants and a few malls as well.

I looked at myself in the mirror. Hershey brown skin. Hazel, almond shaped eyes. High cheek bones. Short, broad nose. Round face, with flawless skin. I stood 5'4 and very fit for my age. I wasn't muscular, but I was tone. Many guys thought I was very attractive, but I was never attracted to them. I'm a in the closet lesbian, God forbid anyone besides my sister found out.

My family is wealthy. I never had to worry about anything. We lived in the middle of nowhere, but the house was huge. I had my own room that was the size of a 2 bedroom apartment. I went to a private school and was a straight A student and students and teachers alike loved me. I'm very close to my sister. She is my only sibling. Even though we're 11 years apart we acted as if we were twins. Actually besides the fact she was 2 inches taller than me; she looked like an older version of me. We even wore our black, silky hair the same. Braided.

I'm going to miss her, but it's time for me to explore.
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Her hand was wrapped around my neck, lifting me into air and back against the wall. I kicked my dangling feet desperately trying to get away. I had my hands wrapped around her wrist trying to pull her hand away from my neck. Struggling only made it worst, yet I continued to do it.

"I said do you understand!" she was yelling at me trying to get me to answer.

I tried to answer but only choking noises came out.

She let my naked limp body drop to the ground. I quickly went into fettle position and begged for mercy and forgiveness in between catching my breast. Her heel dug into my side just below my rib cage. 'This is the last time I'll ask and then you'll need a doctor to stitch you up, do you understand slut?" her voice was so calm, which only made her scarier.

"Yes ma'am I understand, it won't happen again just please don't hurt me anymore." I had tears streaming down my hazel eyes.

Her foot pressed down harder, about 5 seconds went by and she finally released the pressure. I stayed huddled praying that that was

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