That day we spent at home. Uncle Marcus went to work, which meant that I had the day to spend with the kids. All the doors were locked from the outside, and I had no clue where any of the keys were. I wished the kids did, but they didn't.

For most of the day I played Barbies with Lilly and watched cartoons. The only somewhat good part about being with Uncle Marcus was the kids. They were the sweetest things in the world. It made me really want kids, but definitely not with my uncle. Somehow, I would get out of this. I would leave this all behind and never come back. I would get these kids out of this hell house to make sure that the same thing never happened to them. If Uncle Marcus was crude enough to rape his own niece, there was no doubt in my mind he was crude enough to rape his own daughter.

Around five thirty I had to get dinner ready. It was like I was a slave in a house where I was supposed to be loved. The truth was, I had never cooked anything in my life except cereal and a toaster strudel (I burnt that). Uncle Marcus wanted something simple: spaghetti and meatballs. It would be scary if I could actually make it.

I tied an apron around my waist and tackled the dinner. I kept the kids occupied with some Pokemon movie. They were engulfed in the movie while I attempted to make spaghetti and meatballs.

It was easy to cook the pasta. I just had to boil the water, add salt, and cook the noodles. The sauce was the difficult part. I had to follow the instructions word for word if I was ever going to get the recipe right.

Uncle Marcus came in when I was half way through with making dinner. He kissed the kids hello and then came into the kitchen to great me. He had one hand on my waist and the other on my wrist.

"Next time, I expect dinner to be ready as soon as I get home." He twisted my wrist. "And I expect you to be in a good mood and great me at the door, got it?"

I cringed at the pain. "Yes."

"Good."

He leaned over, grabbed my chin, turned it to him, and planted a kiss on my lips. I tried to fight his tongue from entering my mouth, but, eventually, he was successful. We kissed until someone tugged at my shirt.

"Mommy," Lilly said almost silently. "I made this for you."

It was a colorful picture of a bunny. I kneeled down to her and hugged her warmly.

"Thank you sweety," I cooed. "It's beautiful. Let me hang it up on the fridge."

I took off a magnet and hung it up.

"Lillian," Uncle Marcus growled. "You know not to disturb Mommy and Daddy when they're doing something."

"Sorry Daddy," she whispered, hanging her head.

"Marcus!" I said. "She was just trying to make me happy, since you can't do it."

Uncle Marcus immediately took my hand and placed it on the stove. I screamed in pain; it was worse than the cigarette burns that my dad used to give me.

"What did you say?" he growled.

Tears streamed down my face. "Please stop, please!"

He took my hand away, turned on the cold water, and ran my hand under it.

When I looked over, Lilly was crying loudly. Jimmy was standing up in the living room, looking over at us.

"Jimmy, go take your sister upstairs," Uncle Marcus ordered. "We will call you when dinner's ready."

Jimmy came from the living room, wrapped his arm around Lilly, and then led her upstairs. Salty tears still stained my cheeks as the cold water soothed my burn.

"Baby." Uncle Marcus started wiping away the tears on my cheeks. "I'm sorry I had to do that. Are you going to make Uncle Marcus upset anymore?"

I shook my head quickly and held the wrist of my burning hand. Uncle Marcus wrapped his arm around me and rubbed my back as I cried. I cried for everything I missed, for the burn on my hand, and for my broken heart.

"Are you okay?" he asked. "Here, let me go get you a band-aid and some Neosporin."

He left, and I was so thankful. My hand still burnt under the cold water. I hated the man who gave it to me even more than I hated anyone in the world. I hated him more than I hated my dad.

Uncle Marcus came back with the band-aid and Neosporin. I cringed when he took my hand out of the cold water. I fought to put it back in, but he yanked me over to the table. He sat me down on his lap and fixed up my burn.

"Do you need Uncle Marcus to make it better?" he asked. He kissed my burn and then stuck a hand between my legs. I gasped and started crying again.

"Baby." He moved his hand around and found a spot that made me gasp again. "There we go. My baby likes that."

"No," I cried. "Please stop it."

"It'll help you get your mind of the pain," he whispered.

"No!" My hand was still burning. "I need to get back to dinner!"

"Fine," he growled, and let go of me. I walked back to my dinner and started to stir the sauce.

"You know, it's kinda sexy to see you cooking like this."
"I'm glad you find my pain sexy," I growled.

"Oh, it's pain for one but pleasure for another," he replied. "I for one am in great pleasure. Maybe I'll just have to do you right here in the kitchen."

When I turned around me grabbed my upper arms and pressed me to him. He pressed his lips against mine. I tried fighting him, doing anything I possibly could to get him off me, but it didn't work. He was much too strong for me. It wasn't surprising, but I hated him for it. I wanted nothing more to be in the arms of Embry again, but I couldn't be because of the man that I hated.

"Oh baby," he moaned, and slipped a hand between my legs like he had done before. He started massaging me, and I started crying.

Slowly, he moved his lips away from mine and kissed away my tears. I cried more.

He bent down and kissed my neck. I tried bending down even more to slip his lips off my neck, but it didn't work. Uncle Marcus just picked me up and continued kissing my neck. He placed me on the kitchen table and climbed on top of me. He pressed himself to me so I was lying on top of the kitchen table. He started dry humping me. I kicked him between the legs.

"You little bitch!" He took me by my hair and threw me onto the ground. He punched me in the eye and pulled me up by my hair. "Don't you ever, ever do that again! Do you hear me?"

"Yes sir," I cried.

"Good." He grabbed my hand and put it on his balls. "Now you have to give it a couple kisses to make it feel better."

He pulled down his pants and showed me his dick. He put his hand on the top of my head and pushed me down. Once I was down on my knees he pushed my head towards his dick, which was standing up in excitement. When he pushed my head to his dick, it forced its way into my mouth. I gagged and cried. This wasn't what I wanted. I wanted my old life back. I wanted Embry back. I wanted anything I could get back as long as I was with my friends.

Dinner was finally ready after about an hour. I couldn't eat anything, but when I didn't, Uncle Marcus kicked me under the table. That made me eat.

After dinner Uncle Marcus took me upstairs and raped me again. This time I didn't fight. I didn't want to get hurt again. There were so many cuts and bruises on my body that I didn't need anymore. I was tired of fighting back.