(Payton's POV)

We got back to his house around ten o'clock at night. He kept his hand on my thigh the entire time he was driving. It was uncomfortable and very annoying. I couldn't believe my mother thought that this was what was best for me. She was an idiot; my uncle was a pedophile. She should've known since he was my dad's brother.

When we got home, the kids were asleep. I thanked god because I didn't want to face them just yet. I was tired, grumpy, and missed my real family.

"We're home, baby," Uncle Marcus said. I sighed and got out of the car.

"Ah ah," he continued. "My baby shouldn't have to walk."

He came over and picked me up bridal style. Tears were streaming down my face. I remembered how Embry used to carry me like that.

He opened the door effortlessly. He carried me inside and upstairs to his bedroom. He lay me down gently on his bed and then lay down on top of me. He ran his hand through my hair and kissed me softly.

"C'mon, baby," he whispered. "Please don't cry. Uncle Marcus loves you so much, and doesn't want to see you upset."

"Then take me home," I cried.

He took a rough hold on my hair. "You'll wake the kids."
"I don't care! I just want to go home!"
"You are home," he told me. "You're home and you'll like it that way."
"I sued my dad and put him in prison," I growled. "What makes you think I won't do the same to you?"
"Because you'll never leave this house," he laughed. "Don't you get it? I own you. You are mine, and there's nothing you can do about it, so you better get used to it girl. You'll do what I tell you to do, when I tell you to do it, and you'll do it with a smile. If I don't I'll find that boy Embry, kill him, and then kill Emily and Sam. I'll kill all your friends there, no matter what it takes. Do you hear me?"
"Let me go." I spat in his face.

He slapped me and almost pulled my hair out of my skull. I held my cheek in pain and almost screamed when he ripped a chunk of hair off of my skull.

"Don't you ever do that again," he growled. "You are mine, and you'd do good to remember it. You would never treat your dad like this, and that's because you're afraid of him. Now you're going to be afraid of me." He took me by the wrist and threw me against the floor. He stepped over me and bent down. "Are you afraid now, little girl?"
"I'll never be afraid of you," I got up to look at him face to face. There was no way he was going to patronize me.

"Then we'll have to work on that."

He took me by the wrist again and threw me on the bed. He climbed on top of me and started devouring my neck. I tried to push him off, but he was a lot stronger than I could ever be. I had no choice but to let him do whatever he wanted.

"You'll learn to respect me, girl."

He pushed his lips against mine. He grabbed my breast roughly and started massaging it as hard as he possible could. He was making sure that he was rough, and it made my eyes water. I didn't want it like this.

He then ripped off my clothes and fucked me. It wasn't special; it was cold and purposeless. I couldn't help but let a few tears slide down my cheeks as he rode me and whispered in my ear. It was disgusting, rough, and hard. I didn't like it at all.

I awoke the next morning with dry blood on my stomach and vagina. I hadn't realized what he had done to me, but it was rough and disgusting. He cut me up with a knife and bludgeoned me with his fists.

He had a loose hand around my waist and he was sleeping. Slowly, I slipped his hand off of me and around a pillow. If I wasn't allowed to go anywhere, I at least needed a shower.

"Mmm," Uncle Marcus moaned. "Payton, where do you think you're going?"

"To take a shower."

He smirked and opened his eyes. "Let me join you."
"No thanks. I'd rather do this by myself."
He walked over to me, completely naked, and pulled me back by my hair. I gasped in pain.

"What was that, baby?" he asked.

"I said, "of course you can join me"," I muttered.

He let go of my hair and pet it softly. He kissed my lips and ran his hands over my naked body.

"Oh, look at those bruises," he whispered. "Maybe next time, if you're a good girl, we can make sweet, beautiful love instead of me using it as a punishment."

"Sex has never been a preference of mine."

"I bet your boyfriend has never done you like I did you last night," he continued to whisper. "It'll be even more amazing the second time."

"My boyfriend and I have never done it," I growled. "He respects me and what I want."

He laughed. "I'm sure he does. That's why he hasn't tried to call or text you in the past day."

"I told Emily to tell him to stay away," I told him. "At least for now."

"It doesn't interest me very much."

He pressed his body up against me; I could feel his manhood against my leg, and it was hard. I tried to push myself away, but, again, it was no use. He was much too strong for me.

"You with water dripping down your naked body interests me very much,' he chuckled. "Now, the shower awaits. You still need to get dressed and take care of the children."

"Don't they need to get to school?" I asked.

"Today's a Saturday," he reminded me. "I told them to let daddy sleep in, and that if they did they would get a surprise."
"Well, then, let me go shower."

"I will, as long as I get to wash you," he whispered. "I can't wait to rub my hands all over your body."

I cringed, and walked into the shower. I turned it on as hot as I possibly could and let the water burn my skin.

"Are you trying to burn yourself baby?" Uncle Marcus asked. "Seeing my baby hurt herself makes Uncle Marcus very mad."

"It feels good," I whispered. "I'm not trying to hurt myself."

"Good." He rubbed the soap all over my body as I washed my hair. My nipples hardened at ever touch, and when he stuck his fingers inside me I gasped. I hated when anything was stuck up there, especially without my permission.

After the shower I got dressed as fast as I possibly could. I wore the most conservative thing possible. I rushed downstairs before Uncle Marcus could say anything else.

When I got downstairs, the kids were watching Spongebob Squarepants on the flat screen TV downstairs. Little Lilly was seven, and Jimmy was nine. They both loved their dad very much; it was obvious. I was also their favorite cousin. They called me Aunty Pay and would never let me go when they saw me.

"Good morning kids," I greeted them.

"Aunty Pay!" Lilly squealed as she ran up to me and attached her arms around my hip. "I missed you so much!"

"I missed you too, baby," I laughed. "Did you guys eat already, or do you want me to make you breakfast?"

"We already ate," Jimmy replied.

"What, Jim?" I asked. "Are you to old to give your Aunty a hug?"

Slowly, he got up and gave me a hug. He had changed the most in the family, which didn't surprise me too much. He was almost a preteen and growing up fast. Lilly, on the other hand, was still the perfect little angel that I remembered before.

Soon Uncle Marcus came downstairs. He held me and gave me a kiss on the cheek.

"You're doing good with the kids," he whispered.

"I always do," I growled through clenched teeth.

He kissed me again and walked into the kitchen for breakfast.