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Dawn: “You came… I knew you would.”
Natasha (sternly): “You shouldn’t have known that. Not after everything.”
Dawn: “Nat, please. I’ve learned my lesson. I swear I’ll never touch your money again.”
Natasha: “You said the same thing last time.”
Dawn’s eyes filled with tears.
Dawn: “I’m your sister. You’re all I have.”
Natasha looked away, trying to mask the ache in her chest. Despite everything, she couldn’t bear the thought of leaving Dawn behind those cold steel bars.
A week later, Dawn was released.
Natasha stood outside the gate, arms folded, watching her sister walk toward her with that same half-guilty smile.
Natasha: “You’re lucky the lawyer I hired was good.”
Dawn (grinning): “You’re the best, sis. I won’t let you down.”
But deep down, Natasha had a gnawing feeling — like something was about to go wrong again.
Back at Natasha’s house, things felt peaceful for a while. Dawn cooked dinner, helped around, and even got a part-time job at a local boutique. For the first time in a long time, Natasha started to believe maybe — just maybe — her sister had changed.
Natasha (smiling): “You’re doing well, Dawn. I’m proud of you.”
Dawn (hugging her): “I told you, I just needed another chance.”
But behind that sweet smile, Dawn’s old habits were creeping back.
One night, while Natasha slept, Dawn tiptoed into her sister’s office.
The glow of the computer screen lit her face as she whispered to herself,
Dawn: “Just a small transfer. She’ll never notice…”
She logged into Natasha’s bank account, using the password she’d secretly saved months ago.
$5,000. That’s all she needed — or at least, that’s what she told herself.
Dawn (muttering): “I’ll pay her back. Just this once.”
But that’s how it always started.
A few days later, Natasha sat in her office, going over her accounts when she noticed something strange.
Two unauthorized transfers. One small. One big.
Her chest tightened.
Natasha (whispering): “No… not again.”
She immediately called the bank, then checked her devices — and there it was. The IP address. Her own home.
When Dawn came home that evening, Natasha was waiting. The house was silent except for the ticking clock on the wall.
Natasha (coldly): “Where were you today?”
Dawn (nervously): “At work. Why?”
Natasha: “Don’t lie to me. You used my bank account again.”
Dawn froze. Her face turned pale.
Dawn: “I… I just needed to borrow—”
Natasha (cutting her off): “Borrow? You call stealing borrowing now?”
Dawn (crying): “Please, Nat! I didn’t mean to! I just—”
Natasha: “You promised me, Dawn. You promised.”
Tears streamed down Dawn’s face as she dropped to her knees.
Dawn: “I’m sorry! I was desperate. The bills—”
Natasha: “No excuses this time.”
Natasha’s hands trembled, not from anger, but heartbreak. She wanted to scream, but instead, she whispered:
Natasha: “I got you out of jail to give you a new start, not to watch you destroy everything again.”
The next morning, Natasha stood by her car, watching Dawn pack her things. There was no yelling, no dramatic goodbye — just silence.
Dawn (quietly): “Where will I go?”
Natasha (coldly): “You’ll figure it out. You always do.”
As Dawn walked away, Natasha felt tears in her eyes, but she didn’t stop her. She knew this time, she had to let her sister face the consequences.
Later that night, Natasha sat alone at the kitchen table, scrolling through old photos — her and Dawn as little girls, smiling, holding hands, before life and choices tore them apart.
Natasha (to herself): “I tried to save her… but she didn’t want saving.”
Her phone buzzed. A message from an unknown number.
Message: “Your sister’s been arrested again.”
Natasha closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and whispered,
Natasha: “Some lessons… only life can teach.” 💔
💥 Dawn’s freedom didn’t last long.
Natasha’s love got her sister out of jail — but not out of her own bad choices.
And this time, Natasha’s heart paid the price.
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