A/N:This is a quick update about your life after the murder, I have really bad writer's block for chapter 2 right now. So please accept this for now, but I'll release chapter 2 as soon as possible, it'll be longer than other chapters (1 or 1.5k words, perhaps? I want to do more though). Keep in mind I have exams, so this isn't too good. I'm very sorry. English isn't my first language either, please pardon my mistakes. ToT~
You've finally arrived home from school, you noticed a note on the porch.
"Sorry sweetie, I'm working late at the hospital tonight. See you and your Uncle later. Love, Aunt Lisbeth~ "
"Dammit." You hissed.
You placed your key into the lock and turned the door knob. The stale stench of cigarettes and cheap booze wandered around your nose as it did daily.
"I'm home," you grumbled. "Uncle?"
You placed your backpack onto the kitchen table and walked into the living room. There you saw sitting was your Uncle Kenny. After your parents were murdered, your Uncle Kenny and Aunt Lisbeth were all you had left. They were relatives on your father side. You barely knew them since they lived a copuple states away, but he always had given you a strange vibe. He hardly looked up at you, as he was too focused on watching TV.
"You're late, (Y/N). You were supposed to be home an hour ago."
"Well," you managed to utter. How would you get yourself out of this one? You didn't want to piss him off, well not again. "I was helping with school cleaning." You didn't mean to lie. If he knew you were hanging out with friends again though, it wouldn't turn out well.
"Anyways, how about I go start on dinner for you and Aunt Lisbeth?" You turned around to head out of the kitchen, until a hand gripped at your wrist. A beer can fell over due to Kenny's sudden action. His speech was slurred, even so you could still hear how agitated he was.
"Now, (Y/N). I think we both know that's not true, where were you? You can tell me."
His grasp on your arm tightened causing you to groan a little in pain. You were honestly terrified, you hated when he'd lash out on you.
"U-Uncle, I was j-just at scho--"
Before you could finish your sentence, he yanked at your arm and threw you towards the wall.
"THAT'S BULLSHIT AND YOU KNOW IT!"
You groaned in pain from your harsh collison the wall. Kenny walked his way over to and grabbed you by your hair. He was so close, his foul breath nipped at your cheek. You almost retched as beer and tobacco stained breath got at you.
"You worthless shit, you never listen. Your parents are probably happy to be dead, now that they don't have to deal with you." He gripped at your hair and slammed your head to the wall once more, before finally walking back to his seat. "Your parents were weak, and useless. Sorry bastards for leaving me with a annoying, ugly, bitch such as yourself."
Days like these made you wish that you did scream that night years ago. That Jeff could have killed you too. Anything seemed better than this, even death itself.
That night, you cried long and hard. Hating yourself, Jeff, your uncle. This was all Jeff's fault. Out of the 7 billion people in this world, it was your parents he chose to murder. Damn him. Yet, you couldn't help but blame yourself. Maybe if you were stronger, you could've saved them. Your parents could've lived. You were to young to realize at the time though, that you were no match for Jeff.
Although deep down you yourself knew that he was much stronger than you. However that wouldn't keep you from trying.