"Hello, Uncle Conner," I said as I rolled my eyes, knowing that he could not see because the front entrance was dark.
"Are you going to tell me where you have been," said Conner with a pissed expression on his face.
All because he is my father's younger brother and is only 10 years older than me, he thinks that he can boss me around. He always does this ever sents father dies. Coming here with his god complex. I wish mother would just not let him come over, but she let him.
"I was at the library then went to get some food," I lied, hoping that he would shut his trap.
"Why were you at the library when you should be home," Conner smiled, this time making me what to punch him.
"I need stuff for school that was at the library," I said, this time walking to the stairs hoping that this conversation would end.
"Where do you think you're going," Conner said as he got up from where he was sitting.
The stairs were not from where I was, but the shitty part was it was also really close to the living room, and Conner was sitting on my father's chair that was closed to the front door. So all he needed to do was get up and walk a reasonable ten steps to get to me. My father liked that spot because Dad could get to the bathroom quicker. After all, it was down the hall next to the kitchen. He would always stop a movie when we had movie night because he always needed to go. It would drive a mother crazy.
"I'm going to my room because I'm tired and it's late," I lied again. I just want to not be near Conner.
"I'm not done talking to you," Conner said as he grabbed my neck, and threw me to the ground, "this is what happens when you lie to me."
"I'm not lying to you," I said shockingly from getting thrown to the ground.
"Yes, you are. I smell an alpha all over you since you walked in, and I've given you a chance to tell me where you were, but no, you lied to me through your teeth," Conner smirked as he grabbed me by the throat.
"I'm…not…li…lying," I choked out, trying to breathe from Conner chocking me as he lifted me up and pins me to the wall.
"The tell me why is there an alpha smell on you," Conner said as he squeezed his hand harder.
"Be…be..," is all I could say because I could not breathe.
When tears came running down my face, Conner let his hand loose a little, not letting go of my through. Where is my mother when this happens? I hate that I can't tell her because she would just say, 'why would you sweet uncle hurt you? He is too nice to do that.' My ass he is. He is just a dick who likes to beat up omegas because he is an alpha and thinks that omegas should obey him.
"You are an omega. You do not need to go anywhere if I could; I would not let you go to school," Conner smiled as he looked at me with bright eyes, "you belong here all the time being a doll for me to use. I told my brother I would talk good care of you."
More like beat me and control me like I'm your puppet. Why does this have to happen to me? Just wish I had a typical uncle who would just visit when it's family dinner not show up to beat up his nephew like trash. So he can just tose when he feels like it.
"I'm sorry," I cried as tears ran down my face. God, I hate that I'm so weak. He does not need to yous his pheromones to make me feel vulnerable.
"You're sorry like that's going to help you," Conner said as he threw me on the starters.
When I landed on the stares, my head hit the edge of a step. Before I could think what would happen next, my vision started to go dark. Shit, I can't lose my sight. I need to get up and stop crying. God dame, everything hurts.
"I can't let you pass out yet. I'm not done," Conner said as he grabbed me again, this time it as my arm as he yanked me off the stairs.
Fuck I can't speak. My head hurts. I wish someone would stop him. I should not come home, but how would I know if this would happen? He only comes here. He feels like it, so I never know when he would be here.
"So now you don't want to talk," Conner said as he punched me right in the stomach.
RING. RING. Crap, is that my phone ringing if it is. It's going to get worse. I hope it's not Riden. If it is, this will get made this bad. So please don't be him.
"Hello," said Conner as he grabbed my phone from my front pocket, "Sorry, he is busy right now."
When Conner hung up the phone, not letting whoever was on the telephone continue talking. He punched me again in the stomach and threw me to the ground again. Just stop already; haven't you had your fun already. I wanted to say, but no words wanted to come out. Please just stop.
"So how is Riden. I never heard of that name. You only hang out with that bitch named Kathrine," Conner smiled, showing that he was having so much fun throwing me around, "Still dont want to talk."
Before Conner could continue taking or throwing me around, the doorbell rang. Thank god if I can get up and run, I can get away from him. What if Conner does not answer the door?
"You don't make a sound," Conner said as he walked over to the door.
When Conner opened the door, I could smell sweet licorice, and then everything started to go black. All I could see was two figures looking like they were dancing and then blackness. I thought I heard someone calling my name, but I could not answer back because I just did not what to open my eyes and be back at the house with Conner. I just wanted to leave my eyes closed long enough to know that he was gone when I opened them.