Insanity

1| Chocolate Cake

Allena

I was going to die.

"You! This is all your fault!" My uncle sneered, grabbing the collar of my dress with his large hands.

I could smell the scent of alcohol rotting off of his tongue. He was always the angriest when he took even a sip of beer.

I try to free myself, but he responds by pushing me against the wall, and grabbing my neck instead. My hands fly, trying to push him away from me so I can breathe, but he doesn't budge. His eyes might as well be blazing red with anger.

Suddenly, the door flies open and one of his assistants appear. My uncle still doesn't let go of me. "Sir, the party has begun. Guests are asking where you are."

Only at this does my uncle let go of me, leaving me to fall to my knees, gasping for the little air that seems to be circulating around me.

"Very well." My uncle mumbles, moving towards his mirror. "You may leave us."

I shake as I watch him casually adjust his tie as if he didn't almost just choke me to death. "Clean up yourself." He snaps, still looking in the mirror. "Quickly. I imagine my guest will be suspicious if my eldest niece is missing." Only then does he turn back to me and kneel next to my shaking frame.

"And we wouldn't want that, would we?" He ask, rubbing his rough thumb down my face. I don't answer, too frozen to speak. He harshly grabs my chin, pulling my face closer to him. "I expect you to answer me when I talk to you."

"No." I snap, trying to muster all the confidence that's still left in my body. "We wouldn't."

He just growls, and lets go of me before storming away, and slamming the door behind him.

My hand flies to my mouth and I squeeze my eyes shut to stop myself from crying. Shakily, I push myself up from the ground, and slowly walk to his mirror, staring at my shaken reflection. I look exactly how I feel. Scarred.

To everyone else, my uncle Adonis Draknos is a first class businessman. He's caring and kind. He holds lavish charity events like the one tonight. And then there's him behind closed doors. With me.

A alcoholic. An abuser. A rapist.

"Miss Draknos?" An assistant asks, opening the door. "People are asking for you."

"I'll be right there." I answer coldly.

My respect for all of the people who work for my uncle in this house have vanished. They've heard me and my sisters beg for them to do something. Anything. And all of them turn a blind eye.

"Alright, Miss." she nods, closing the door.

My hair is only a little tangled, and I do my best to run through it with my fingers, before fixing the hem and collar of my dress.

I take deep breaths, and then open the door, walking down the long hallway and to the stairs of the venue my uncle rented.

"Presenting Miss Allena Draknos!" An announcer shouts.

Eyes of rich donors all flip towards me, as I nervously grab onto the railing and slowly make my way down the stairs.

I've learned a lot of things about living in rich society. Everything is a facade. And if you want to survive, you have to play along as well.