Who Knew? // 5SOS [ #Wattys 2015 ]

Chapter 30

"First things first, I need your phone. I know you have one," She held out her hand for my phone. I slowly pulled my blue iPhone 5c the boys got me out of my pocket and placed it in her hand. She quickly snatched it and placed it in her back pocket.

"Great, now you won't have touch with the outside world. Also, everyday you'll have a list of chores to be done around the house-"

"Hey! You can't take something that's mine!" I stupidly stood up for myself.

"Who's paying the bills for the phone now?" She had a smug smile on her lips, knowing she had won. "Now, you'll also be cooking any dinner I please."

"What if I don't?" Why did I decide to get sassy!?

"This will happen," she said as her hand went straight across my cheek. My face was force to the right because of her slap. I looked back at her, my hand pressed to my cheek.

"Don't disobey me," she growled. I quickly nodded. "Now, go unpack your things then make dinner." She told me as she strode off up the stairs.

"What rooms mine?" I dared to speak.

"First room on the left," she said as she walked to the right side of the house. I carried all my bags up the stairs and into my room. It wasn't a very big room compared to the house. It was just a square room with a bed in the corner and some dressers. The bed didn't even have a proper duvet, just some random thin blankets. There was an on suite, thankfully, where I put all my toiletries. I hung my clothes in the walk in closet I had, then placing the suit case in the closet. I put Calum's stuffed puppy, Cuddles, on the pathetic pillow I had.

When I was done putting my stuff away I ran down to the room my aunt went in, knocking on the door.

"Aunt Jess, what would you like to eat?" I asked quietly, hoping she could hear me.

"Make me some stir fry with the sauce in the pantry and all the vegetables," she ordered. I hustled down the stairs and ran into the huge kitchen. Where is everything?

I opened every cabinet looking for the pans and rice steamer. When I found those I pulled out rice, prawns, red peppers, onions, carrots, orange peppers, and any other vegetables that'd go good in this.

I made enough for three servings knowing I'd only eat one, but just incase. If she didn't eat it then I would for lunch.

When it was all finished I set the table and called my aunt down.

"What would you like to drink?" I asked quickly.

"I don't suppose you know how to make any alcoholic drink," she looked at me, her eyes piercing into mine.

"No, aunt Jess," I replied.

"No, ma'am!" She screamed suddenly.

"No, ma'am," I repeated her words but with less voice. Way less. She pushed past me and went into a cabinet filled with whisky and wine bottles. When I fixed myself some water I saw many beer bottles. My nightmare is coming true. She's just like my father.

We are in silence as she scrolled through her phone and the TV blared the news. On there they were talking about how a girl recently killed herself due to abuse and bullying.

"That's fucking stupid," she scoffed. I looked down at my very faint scars. I put my hand under the table slowly and casually, hoping she didn't realize. I never cut while I was with the boys. There was no need. Life was pretty much perfect there, but now, I'm not so sure how I'm going to cope. Hopefully things don't get out of hand here.

"This wasn't the best but you'll learn," Aunt Jess said as she pushed he finished bowl towards me. "Do the dishes and then your curfew is eight."

"For what? Can I go out?" I asked.