Romans & histoires Leaving My Biased Family Behind

The sharp wall of Liora’s jealousy. They are not my family. They are my court. And soon, they will be my executioners. The thought loops in my head, obsessive, terrifying: I must leave. But where to go? The question is a bottomless abyss. I have nowhere to go. I do not know my grandparents, my uncles, my aunts. They have been erased from the family narrative, considered "inadapted" or "bad influence." My mother has cut ties with her past, and my father has never had one. We are an island, and I am about to drown in the waters surrounding it.

The moonlight paints her eyes a soft, bluish green, and for a second, I forget how to breathe. I take another breath and continue, my voice low. “I’ve always been my mother’s only child. I didn’t have many friends, even as a kid. I wasn’t spoiled or arrogant… I just liked being alone.” My voice grows quieter. “About a year ago, when we found out she had heart failure, I completely lost it. I didn’t know what to do or where to start. By the time I took her to different doctors, it was already too late. The damage had been done.”

--- I sat on the couch in the empty house, devoid of any family warmth. The wind howled outside the windows. I closed my eyes and covered my ears. But I still couldn't escape that heavy, oppressive atmosphere that felt like it could crush me at any moment. Since no one in this family cared about me or needed me anymore, I would leave this house completely. Leave this place entirely. I was certain I could have a better life elsewhere.

"We’ll help you with the arrangements. Don’t worry." As I turned to head back upstairs, I heard Mom’s quiet sob behind me, followed by the comforting murmurs of Dad. I clenched my fists, forcing back my own tears. This was the right decision. I needed this. But as I reached my room and stared at the open suitcase lying on my bed, the reality of leaving the pack, my family, and everything familiar behind hit me harder than I expected. I wasn’t just leaving to find myself. I was running from the pain, from the rejection, from him.

But part of me recoiled. “What about here?” I whispered. “What about my place in this family? I’ve worked so hard to prove myself. The party was my triumph, Mama. Barrett praised me, Charles thanked me, even Emily and I worked together to make it shine. If I leave now, it will feel like surrender. Like admitting I was only ever an outsider.”

“Please, please don’t go.” But I was done listening to them. I was done being the dutiful daughter, done shrinking myself on the slim chance that my family would finally love me the way I wanted them to. “No,” I said, surprised by the steel in my voice. “I’m leaving. I should’ve left years ago.”

I sighed “it doesn’t feel like home like it used to be and I’m actually thinking of getting my own place” Surprise decorated his entire feature and he looked shocked by my words “Nate we are family, why do you want to leave the house and go somewhere else” I shrugged again, “I just don’t feel comfortable that’s all” “This used to be your home, it still is” “It doesn’t feel like it dad, now it just feels like, you have your own family and I’m just an outsider” Silence fell upon us after I said those words, for years I couldn’t get it off my chest but now I finally did and I felt lighter after I said it

Betsy It was finally the day. Looking at the three men standing there, Dad, Benjamin, and Barnes—you could tell none of them wanted me to leave. And now, seeing their faces, I was starting to second-guess the whole thing. Was I really ready to leave my family for good two years? My father pulled me into a tight hug, and I just melted against him. “I still can’t believe you’re actually going,” he murmured. I laughed softly. “It’s not like I’m going there to die or anything.”

On my twenty-ninth birthday, I was supposed to be formally announced as the next head of the Ashford family. But before the charity gala began, my mother fed my succession speech into the shredder and replaced it with a written pledge to my sister. "Lydia hasn't had an easy time since the wedding. Announce in public that you're giving her the Harbor Hotel. Think of it as backing her up." It was the first property my grandmother had left me, and the only project I had been allowed to run on my own in eight years. I asked my mother, "And if I'm not willing?" My father looked at me coldly. "Don't forget, you'll inherit all of Ashford one day. She only has us." They had always used the inh

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