Yours, Sadly Enough

Men claiming women at sixteen as slaves for the rest of their lives is absolutely morally wrong, yes, but it is the order of our country. Outsiders act as if the women are not prepared for this their entire lives. We are aware of what will happen when we're sixteen, and we don't dread it. We just simply hope for the best.
My mother is fixing up my hair, trying to act like she isn't crying. But I know her better than anyone else.
"Alright, it's all done," she announces. I glance into the mirror. It's gorgeous, of course. My mother wouldn't have it any other way.
"Thank you, Mom," I say. I hear her sniffling. "Mom...
"Yes Addie?
"What if I end up with..."
"Harry Styles?" I swallow and nod. She sighs heavily. "Then you'll just have to hope he'll sell you off." I chew on my lip. She turns me around to face her. "I want you to have this." She slides off the red and silver beaded bracelet that she always wore. She rolls it onto my wrist. I smile at here.
"Thank you Mama." She nods. I spin around in my dress and then I head towards my little sister, Rosie's, room. She's drawing a picture.
"It's almost time for me to go," I tell her. She's fourteen, so beautiful and innocent. She sets her paper down, turns, and grabs her ring off her dresser.
"Try it on," she requests. I slip it onto my ring finger on my right hand. It fits like a glove. Rosie smiles. "Keep it."
"But Rose--"
"I want you to have it. To remember me by." I lean over and tuck her hair behind her ear.
"I won't ever forget you," I promise. I give her a long hug. "I have to leave now. Be good, help mom out." She nods. I stand up and leave with my mom. I will never see this house again.

At the choosing, everyone signs in and takes their seats. I'm sitting by my mother, legs crossed, hands in my lap. I'm trying my best not to seem nervous, but my hands are trembling and my heart is pounding. The slaveowners are lined up on a platform in the front of the huge room. Usually in these situations, there's commotion and people being loud. In this one, everyone is dead silent and very calm.
"The ceremony will now be performed," the loudspeaker informs us, "At this time, all future slaves are to report to the front of the room." It's time. My mother and I slowly rise and hug each other tightly.
"Don't forget you you are, Addison," She tells me. I nod.
"I promise I won't." I kiss her cheek and walk to the front of the room, lining up with the rest of the girls. There are about twenty of us total. That's when I see him. Harry Styles, of course. It is impossible to find a flaw on him. He stands in a suit and tie, hands in his pockets looking spectacular. He's so tall... and muscular. I can see why people fear him. He catches my gaze, staring back at me with those sea green eyes of his. I'm terrified, don't get me wrong, but it is impossible to look away. I bite down on my lip, and his expression changes into something unrecognizable. He runs his tongue across his pink, full lips, and then he smiles at me. I flush like crazy, but manage a smile back. He's gorgeous, but there's no way I would want to end up with him. As if he would choose me, anyways. Harry makes his way to the front of the line, keeping his eyes on me. He's so gorgeous, and I'm so not.
One by one, the girls go up to the platform to be auctioned off. The prices are getting rather high. Harry doesn't choose anyone. He just stands with his hands in his pockets. Eventually, it's my turn. The auctioneer spins me around once for the guys as my heart races.
"We'll start at $100," he announces. Harry smirks.
"$150," he says. The other guys are far too scared to challenge him. I glance at my mom in the crowd. Her hand is over her mouth.
"$200," another guy challenges. I watch Harry's jaw clench as we keep eye contact.
"250," Harry says.
"$300."
"$400."
"$500."
"You know what, I'll bring it up to $1,000," Harry says, fiery mad. My eyebrows shoot up and he grins evilly.
"I drop out," the other guys says. Harry relaxes. He pulls his money out and pays for me.
"Addie Jones, sold for $1,000!" The auctioneer announces. I walk across the platform to Harry, hands shaking severely.
"Well, hello, Gorgeous," Harry greets me seductively. I bite my lip.
"H-Hello Mr. Styles," I whisper. He chuckles.
"I adore how nervous you are. Come on now, Love, let me show you life." He rests his hand on the small of my back and guides me out of the building. I officially belong to Harry Styles, and I am scared out of my mind.

Notes

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