"Syl! Where are you?! " I heard Collins called from downstairs.

"Just a minute, uncle! I'm having my dressing up!" I replied him.

"Syl! Come down this instant!" he yelled back but I didn't reply.

Of course, I won't leave my room, naked. I head his footsteps as he made his way to my door step but I made sue the door was locked before having my bath.

"Open this door right away!" He commanded.

"Okay, I'm coming!" I swiftly put on white t-shirt and a Jean jumpsuit before opening up. My hair was still wet so, I dried it up with a sift white towel at hand.

"I called you and you didn't reply... What took you so long?" He growled at me.

I just had my bath and I was dressing. I explained but as if I lied, he landed a hot slap across my face. I jilted to the side, in pain. This is the second slap I'm receiving today, I didn't tell him anything . Everything about my Evermore High stays in Evermore High. And everything at home stays at home.

"What did I do?" I asked with tears, clouding my ocean blue eyes.

"Stop acting up, Syl! You know what you did! You entered without even greeting me and my business partners. Acting as if you're blind or something! Ben noticed how you looked at him. He didn't pay my complete money because of your stupid attitude

"What? I didn't even look at him."

Your lies won't put food on the table, perhaps it's high time you give me the key?

What key? I asked with a threatened voice.

"The keys to this room, where us it!" he yelled at me and my body vibrated in shock. Once in a while, he acts like this but I just too scared to tell anybody. Two years ago, he broke the lock to my door and I had to buy another one. Now, I had to obey.

I kept quiet as if I didn't understand. He moved closer to me, staring his angry eyes that stored my soul. "Be fast about it, I've got no time!"

"Okay, here... Have it." I swallowed hard on my throat while my shivering hands reached the bunch of keys on the table. I wanted to remove  the key from its holder but he snatched everything from me at once.

"Good." Collins muttered before pulling away. He was about to leave when, I heard the door banged close. In just an instant, he grabbed my hand and pulled me closer at once. I jerked off my wrist from his grip and ran to the door but it was locked.

"Please, don't hurt me." An involuntary sigh escaped from my lips  while I begged.

"If you don't obey me, I'll hurt you."He yelled to my face and the beer smell almost made me puke. "Come here right away. It's not our first time so don't fucking stress me!"

My eyes closed in fear and I could feel the tears pouring down my eyes. It's been a week since he last touched me like this. All I wanted was to escape from his torture.

"Are you deaf?!" He barked at me and held me closer.

Once more.

Forcing his lips to mine but I resisted. Pushing him away with all of me, the bunch of keys dropped off his hands. Without wasting time, I grabbed it and rushed to the door. My shivering hands couldn't even let the key pass through the key hole when he digged his fingers into my hair from the back.

I tried to pull away but he kicked me like a ball. I met myself at the corner of the room. Northie who was sleeping stood up and let out a loud meow. As if she was crying, she climbed his body but he threw her out of the window like a piece of trash.

"Aww!" I sharp pain strike through me. My head was aching as hell. I tried to get up but staggered on my feet. My fingers held the wall for support.

"Please, don't do this to me." More tears trickled down my eyes while I begged.

"You're a failure just like your parents, okay? So don't think you can ever escape me!" He grabbed me by the face, squeezing my jaw into his fist like I was the cause for all his misfortunes. More tears rolled down from the sides of my eyes as he bite my lower lip, chewing hard on it. I hated his beer stinking breath. I hated myself.

With painful cry, I pulled tried to pull myself off him and just then, I noticed my lips were bleeding. The metal taste in my mouth, he gave me a hatred is from under my jaw and what I noticed was that I fell to the bed as everything around me sinned in circles.

***

7:00 p.m.

My blurry eyes opened to the darkness and I wonder where I was. If I was still alive or dead. Being dead might be better, at least, I'll probable reunite with my parents or have a peaceful afterlife.

"Meow! Meow!" North's small tongue wagged on my face, licking the fresh blood off my nose.

I wanted to pull her away and I couldn't feel my arm. I carried my weak body off from my tiny soft bed. My whole body was in pain. I hate myself more and almost cried but... I managed.

"Meow! Meow!" she cried around me as if she was sad. My eyes met hers, I couldn't help to feel was was hurt too. I tried to stand but still, I fell back in pain. My vision wasn't very clear but I wanted to leave the bed. To clean up, somehow. I felt really disgusting.

Leaning to the wall and finding the strength and stamina. I couldn't stand erectly all the same, I wagged my weak legs to the bathroom. Peeing in the closet, I felt my abdominal sex cavity quiver to the whole pain. I took a close look at my face on the mirror. I almost didn't recognize myself... Nothing looked the same.
I turned on the mixer tap and washed my bleeding face in the wash basin. It gave the me the soreness of a plaster was being peeled off from my face. Cold and tormented. My hands trembling as broke down in tears.

"I hate myself..." My voice broke in soft escaped my lips through the suppressed sound of hiccups. I felt like my intestines were twisted.

With these, I thought about how I my life changed overnight. From being dad's little princess to my uncle's slave. From being the perfect child everyone wanted to be friends with to the girl being bullied and unnoticed.

Well, I wasn't surprised. This isn't his first time doing this. I just wondered when it would all end. Truth is, Collins raped me when I just clocked 12 and I had my first abortion for him when I was only 13. He took me to the a private, abortion clinic for it and that almost took my life. Then, I spent a week in the hospital and another week at home to heal. I missed a lot of lessons and couple of tests. Then, Amber was so worried, I almost told her about it.

"I would do better. I would live better." I told myself and started to cry at the tears that were lingering down my cheeks. I sobbed hard as I whooshed out an amount of air.

Standing in front of the mirror, my silent breath thickened. As I buried my head in my hand, I cried a little more.