Rebeca's cause

Two years now.
Two years of tears, heartbreak and dreams held dear crashing, scattered like glass beneath my feet.
She was so lovely, she is lovely. Why does she allow that boy to treat her like his possession?
He has prepared a poisoned banquet for her, and she has had a feast.
She doesn't see her youth fading, the dreams changing, the stars in her eyes that have vanished from her eyes.
No more. She will not shed one more tear. I won't allow it.
She is trapped in a prison of abuse. Her soul clamors to be free, but her heart has stifled the plea.
I will fight for her. She is too special to let go.
She is 17. She is young. She is Rebeca. She is my sister.