Whack. Wham. Those are the sounds that are coming from my body right now. It's happened many times before, and it's just going to happen again.
"You little bitch," he yelled at me. "Why can't you do stuff without messing up! I told you to do one simply easy thing, and you mess it up!" Another kick to the stomach. I didn't make a sound because it would just make everything worse. He just kept kicking me and kicking me. I never thought that it was going to end.
"What'd she do this time, James," my aunt, Victoria, questioned. She was rather bored really because this happened so often now.
"I told her to clean her room, and she couldn't even do that right," he yelled as he kicked me in the gut again.
"It looked fine to me," she stated. My aunt always said something to stop this. She use to try violence to stop it, but she hasn't done it since she was abused herself by my uncle, James, when I was in eighth grade. She seemed to be the only one that truly cared about me since I moved in with them when I was thirteen.
He soon stopped kicking, and he moved towards Victoria. I saw a flash of fear in her eyes, but then when he kissed her, that quickly turned into lust. James carried her bridal style up the stairs. He was probably planning on having sex with her. That's what happened every time after he abused me. He always left me to stay on the floor where I would soon have to get up to get ready for diner. He'd probably just hit me again if I messed it up too.
After about five minutes, I decided to actually get up. I decided to make spaghetti and garlic bread. It was Victoria's favorite when I made it. I always got hit less when Victoria likes the food, but that doesn't mean that I won't get hit at all. It happens every time.
I was just putting the food on the plates when Victoria and James came downstairs. He seemed to be in a lighter mood, but he always did after sex.
"Looks good," Victoria stated as I set her plate on the table. James just grunted. Usually when there was a grunt, it meant that I was doing well. He didn't like when I was doing good at all. I think he enjoyed abusing me.
"Did you do all your homework," James questioned. I nodded. He grunted again. I was lying though. I never had time to do my homework until after I was able to go up to my room. James always had me do chores before he came home, and he'd inspect everything when he got home. If he saw one little thing out of place, I would get it. I only had it all perfected once, and that was when I was in tenth grade. I was so surprised by it, but I found out that he was going to be able to get a promotion at his job. I didn't get any abuse that day. He soon found out that the news was false, and he took all his anger out on me. I was his own personal punching bag, I guess.
"When is your next quarter," Victoria questioned.
"It just started about two days ago," I answered. I was nervous about getting a report card because if I wasn't getting grades that James wanted to see, then I was going to get abused for it. I hope that I did have everything up to his standards. I never did before though, so why should I expect to get them right now?
After we were done with diner, I cleared off the kitchen table, and I put everything away. I washed the dishes as fast and perfect as I could, and then once everything was dried, I put it away. After that, I drained the water in the sink because my uncle didn't like to see that at all. If he did when I wasn't using it at all, then I would get abused for it. It would happen every once in a while.
Victoria and James were already in the living room, so I walked into there. I was supposed to watch at least thirty minutes of television with them or wait till they said that I was excused.
After about an hour, James said, "You're excused." I walked upstairs at a normal pace. I went into my room to get some things for the shower, and I quickly washed. I was supposed to take a shower for less than five minutes, and I'm glad that I got out so quickly. I finished getting ready, and then I went back into my room after yelling good night to them. I did my homework, and then I finally escaped from this world and into the dream world.