When will my misery end?

curse the day

I don't k ow what happend but I guess I should have seen the signs but even though I had seen them what could I have possibly done to escape this?

My uncle had a very demanding and busy job that commanded him to be away from home for weeks if not not an entire month sometimes. The times when he was home, I enjoyed the most but when he wasn't...
Aunty turned into a completely different human being, she abused me and hit me, she called me by names;most popular one was orphan. She told me words I would have never expected to hear.

She regularly beat me and belittled me, slapping me as often as she dared and even promised to kill me "take me to me my parents" in her words .
She kept me locked up and treated me like a slave. I was a slave in my own father's house.
'i don't know why you even survived, you're just a piece of trash that doesn't derserve to live . Life is precious, for precious people not for things like you, you derserve death, just like how your parents did too. "She often tattooed into my heart .

Honestly? I had started getting familiar with her cruelty and her unkind nature,the mercilessness of her tongue and the viciousness of the back of her hand. She was full of venom and complaints.

I had come back late from school late, I was hardly done changing my clothes when she came soaring as fast as the wind into my room she pulled me by my collar dragging me to the kitchen to show me the dirty dishes in the sink. It was her children' who had used those plates and left them u washed, but how could they wash dishes they weren't allowed to wash the dishes. That was my duty along with all the other hard labour chores in the house, according to her I was the slave and she was the slave owner, it was her job to treat me badly or else her husband's money would have been going to waste.
"Why are the dishes unwashed?" She had asked
I hadn't given a reply, hoping not to cause any more problems becouse I had realised that answering a question was considered as 'back-chatting' and not answering was considered 'being cheeky'.
She looked down to me so she could cat h my gaze but she failed miserably as I had looked so far away from her direction.
I could feel her gaze on me sharpen and I heard the soft flicker of those fake plastic eyelashes as she fluttered them up and down with spitefulness in her eyes, that was a look I knew so we'll by now, a look that terrorised my inner sould.

At times I I simply forced myself to stand tall and ignore it and rise above it, it was the only way I knew how to survive, but today was different. With her silver tongue she cut me down where I stood . Advancing on me with a cruel look in her eyes,I knew I was in for it, but dared not to show her that I was frightened.

-it was one of those day .She stood right in front of me and grabbed me by the chin
"Shall I remind you what im capable of? Dear?"

Once again I never replied, knowing that anything I would say would only worsen the already volatile situation. The was nothing to do but wait for the unlawful prosecution . I prayed it would end quickly. Suddenly Matilda pulled her arm and slapped me through my coffee coloured skin with full force. I would have reeled backwards but she was holding me in a firm grip. I felt as her fist collided with my cheekbone and I could have swore that a bone broke somewhere. I looked at her for the first time during the entire interaction, while blood oozed from the pores of my mouth and she hit me over and over and over again.

I never defended myself once, becouse i knew that it would only cause more hurt, I had unfortunately Lear t that lesson the hard way previously .she licked me and left me lying on the kitchen floor.Beaten,bruised and vandalized .