IF YOU TELL ANYONE

"Our angel has grown into a beautiful young princess.Soon we will be having suitors crowding this place.I'm so proud of you barrister.You managed to have a great impact on this girl since she was five ...non of us would have done that"Said a young blondy in her late 20's.Throwing a heartfelt smiles and warm looks at barrister Johnson.Angie was her name.You could read success off the way she carried herself around.I admired her style.She was a woman of substance.She sat across the magnificent glass table,full of angelic smiles.She looked pure.Her eyes danced from one corner to the other.Finally my fears came into reality,my eyes met her's.They locked."Right emy?"..right what? a wave of confusion engulfed me for a second.What could she be talking about?,my mind crisscrossing..no clue at all.On looking up , barrister was throwing a serious ,rather harsh look my way.Ofcourse it was about him...who else would it be.Those fierce eyes forced me to sugar coat his ugly deeds."yes Angie..you right."I said.If only she could read my mind.if only she could see my heart bleeding.I was at the verge of crying,but I couldn't let my tear glands grow weak.Barrister would tear me into pieces.Anger was almost choking me.I covered it all up with a painful smile.If someone would come closer, beneath those smiles were tears,anger,and agony.I endured it all because barrister wouldn't let me speak.I was a prisoner in his cell.Confined in my own web of thoughts.I was literally going crazy.I wished I was dead,burried long time ago together with my rights, right to freedom,but I wasn't.