My Family Sold Me Novels & Stories

My supposed 'family' are the biggest example of that. "Did-did my family se-sell me to you?" I managed to ask, my heart thudding in my chest. The word 'sell' sounded so foreign in my mouth. As if I am some commodity, to be disposed of when not needed any longer. The thought made my heart clench painfully.

“And that's how we ended up in this situation...” James finishes telling the story, omitting some details so that the family wouldn’t hate him. Emily was shaking as she listened to her father confess that he had traded her fate for money. She asks, “Can't we sell the house?” “I'm afraid not, dear. I already have…” He swallows hard. “I bet the house’s deed too. We have nothing left.”

I couldn't believe my ears. What is it with those in my life who feel it is okay to say things that break my heart without remorse? First, the people I believed were my parents informed me that I had been "sold," and I was no longer regarded as family. Now, Luna's "fake" daughter, Kathy, is telling me I will never be a part of "her" family if she has anything to do with it. Uggh!!

He stops and looks over the edge before he starts to drag me a bit forward. "Because your family sold you to him! If anyone ever catches you there are punishments worse than death you will be facing!" When he tell me this all color drains from my face and it feels like my heart shattered into tiny pieces. Is what he's telling me the truth then I can't ever go back and I'm all alone from now on. "You have to make your way down this side and run past the last trees over there!" He points with his hand but my mind is stuck with his word that they sold me. How could they do that to me? My own family?

“Do your parents know you’ve just flushed down a money’s worth of 4-bedroom with 2 bathrooms 2-story house?” “That’s strangely specific.” “Do they?” he prodded on. I shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe. They have ways of finding out.” I’ve been avoiding my family and for good reason. They all want the money. So, imagine their shock and anger when they found out that the title of the land and the shop were passed on to me. “Good luck with that, babe,” Andrew said, standing up. “I’m going to get some fresh air.”

His words leave me feeling winded, like someone has punched me in the gut. "I offered him £50,000 to leave your life and never come back...he said to make it £100,000 and we'd have a deal" He says guiltily, unable to even look at me. "I transferred him the money, and that was that" He finishes with a sigh. I brace myself up against the fridge door. My dad sold me out for £100,000, and Rhode brokered the deal.

My whole world has turned upside down. “I'm so sorry Dad, I'm sorry the people you call family didn't really love you, they were just around you for your money”, I cried. “I'm sorry Dad, I don't listen to you , I regret my actions, I regret not listening to you”, I screamed tears rolling like water. As I lay there crying , I received the most shocking news of my life, “D'Atelier COMPANY HAS BEEN AUCTION FOR SALE”.

She couldn't handle selling the house or moving, so she redecorated it and we lived with the ghost of dad’s memories. When I turned sixteen, mum finally sold it. It felt like the final goodbye to my dad. Mum groaned and threw her head back. “Ughhh! I hate selling properties. Its so draining.” “Sell it to me?” I joked. The idea had hit randomly. And as soon as I said the words, it sounded stupid to me. I rushed for an explanstion. “I mean, I don’t have the full payment but I could pay in installation. Maybe twenty percent–”

Just then, my dad barged in, his squinted eyes settled on me, before it darted towards the young man who just spoke. “You can have her, then!” Dad replied sharply. “She's of no use to us!” “Dad?” I couldn't believe my ears. “How could you say that?” “You dared not question my decisions! Sign those papers at once!” Dad spelt out remorselessly. I tried hard to maintain my composure, while struggling with the tears that brimmed in my eyes. I can't believe I'd be sold off so easily by my family, a family that was supposed to love and cherish me.

I asked, staring into my parents' faces. The only family I ever knew. My parents could hardly meet my eyes and their silence gave me my answers. “Oh, my God!” I muttered, my voice barely above a whisper. “I get it now Dad. This is exactly why you sold me off to the Smiths without second thoughts.” I sighed and shook my head in disbelief. Dad broke the heavy silence. “It isn’t what you think Bianca, we did it for your own good my..” “No. You did it to satisfy your greed,” I managed to say between sobs.