When Shall He Come
My name is Lilliana Rose, and this is my story. Some things you should probably know about me is I'm 17 and my parents died when I was 5. They died in a tragic accident, or that's what they say. Ever since then I have lived with my Uncle Jared and his son Kyle in his mansion. Kyle is nice but not Jared. And just to make this clear…he's abusive. He thinks it's my entire fault that his sister died, so almost every night after I'm asleep he will come in and beat me. This has been happening since I was 9. Anyways this is my story and I will tell it.
Every morning I wake up and look out my window, thinking, what if my prince charming were to ride out of the forest and run away with me. Then I soon run down stairs before I get beat earlier then usual. This morning was the same. I was downstairs making my uncle breakfast before I had to go to school, when something extraordinary happened. It snowed! I know what you're thinking but we live in Arizona. So I turned on the radio, and we get school off. Just as I turned it off, Jared came downstairs. "Did you make me my breakfast yet b****." As I was cooling down he said
"Because I'm having friends over and you need to cook dinner for nine people not including you and me. I also need you to go shopping for some new clothes for yourself." Suddenly I froze, "Did you just say for me to get clothes. Like from a real store!" Now Jared was staring at me like I was crazy. "Of course, tonight you need top make an impression. Now get out of my hair!"