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Star
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I had not moved or said anything since Artem had picked me up to carry me out of the mall. I didn't try to get off his lap when he sat with me in the back of Chay's car. I think I was in some sort of shock, afraid to move or speak because that would just lead to me screaming or crying, or both.
What was I going to do? How could I live my life if my family kept trying to get me whenever I left the house? What kind of life was that for me?
Yeah, I may be free of them, free to roam around the pack house and free to do as I pleased. But if I couldn't leave the house, if my family still made me a prisoner in a different type of cell, then how could I really count myself as free?
