Happily Ever After.... Yeah Right!!

Part 8

I had been at this new house for fourteen days before Mrs. Jameson came up to me with a paper in her hand and a smug look on her face.
"Here." was all she said.
I looked at the paper and stared at it in shook.
"What's this about?"
"It's a list of chores you have to complete," Mrs. Jameson started, "You wouldn't be able to have fun all the time. Chores will be done along with going to school and doing school work. We don't want to hear complaining because we can always give more chores. Do we understand each other?"
"No. I don't plan on doing them," I shouted in response.
Before I saw it coming, she gave me a back handed slap that hit my cheek and jaw.
"Now if you want this to happen again, you won't do your chores. If you fancy keeping your pretty face intact, I would do the chores."
Then she walked out of the room. And I faintly remember an evil laugh.
I felt my cheek where I had been slapped, for I could already feel the swelling.
For the next four years, it was a cycle of doing more and more chores, getting slapped and less love.