My Parents Doubled My Rent So My Unemployed Sister Could Move In, So I Moved Out and Took Everything

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I searched Cyclops’s pockets and found keys, a fob, cold metal biting my palm. Thank God.

Matthew was still chained. I didn’t have a key for the padlock. I grabbed a wrench and worked at the bolt securing the chain to the concrete. The metal was rusty. It bit into my skin. My hands tore. I kept turning, jaw clenched, refusing to stop.

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