Cheyenne's POV

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"Get down here you useless brat!"

I heard my uncle, Joseph call from downstairs. I immediately got up from the floor of the basement I called a room, ignoring the pain in every part of my body. The slowed I was, the more punishments I got.

I scurried down the steps fast. I could barely breath tho. Thanks to how many times he he'd punched me yesterday- apparently, I was an outlet where he could release his anger.

He had said so himself

I got down the steps finally before getting in front of him, my head bent low to avoid eye contact and my hands clasped in front to show submission. It was only 5:00 am for God's sake.

He actually preferred when I looked him in the eye. He, being the sick bastard he was. Even when he hit me, he told me- or rather yelled- that I should hit back. It made him happy to know that when I was beaten to a pulp, he got pleasure knowing I fought back

Sick bastard

"Look me in my eyes!"He spat at me before slapping me hard across the face and I tried to maintain balance and not move. if I so much as flinched, he would go mad. Literally.

I looked up and stared at him straight in the eyes and I saw his eyes light up. Not the way a child's did when he saw sweets but as a beast did when it saw prey

"Make me breakfast and get cleaned up for school- you look like shit" He said and grimaced like my condition wasn't due to his own demonic tendencies

I only realized I hadn't moved from my spot to carry out the order when he threw the back of his right hand across my face, the numerous rings he had, cutting into my flesh

"Do what you're asked" He growled

"Yes sir"

He sneered at me before yanking my hair for no good reason and leaving the room

Tears stir up from within me but I refused to cry. Not for Joseph, not for myself