Cruel World

Chapter 6

A thousand profanities and insults escaped my mouth every time I replayed what happened last night.

And I just laid there COMPLETELY useless.
But if your " Uncle"
Has a gun what would you do?.

Getting up from the bed I winced at the pain in my down below and muttered a curse before limping my way to the bathroom to take a shower.

Hoping to scrub away all of him. If that was even possible.

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Wrapping a towel around myself I walked into my room and took out my suitcase.
Deciding to wear a grey T-shirt with washed out jeans and my old converse.

It seems like I'm forgetting something..............................

HOLY FATHER OF JESUS
Richard's breakfast.

That moment I knew that today was going to be my last day on earth.

Running down the stairs I almost tripped when I noticed my uncle's figure just a few feet ahead of me.
Standing with a smirk on his repulsive face.

"Why hello Niecy How was your sleep ?". He asked feigning concern.

"F*** off ".
That only made his smirk bigger and me anagrier .

"Got a dirty mouth I see".
He began walking towards me but I remained still,I refuse to be his inferior. I'm done .

"I'm warning you Richard "

"Oh really" he was right in my face "What can you do to me".
He asked with an arched eyebrow waiting for my answer.

All confidence that I previously had disappeared into thin air . He was right , what could I do. I'm unarmed.

But then I got an idea.
And a smirk played along my lips.
"Uncle Richy?".
"What!" He snapped.

"I was wondering if you know ballet ".

"What are you ta-"
Before he could answer I pushed him all the way downstairs watching him fall brought some satisfaction but I wanted to see blood.

Blood.

I ran into the kitchen and grabbed a knife the walked towards him. I sat on him and spat in his face.

"How does it feel to be the one under pressure Richy".

He peered at me through his almost shut eyed and I noticed a tear slip. Why ? I don't know .

"You don't want to do this" he croaked. Holding his foot that may be broken. Those stairs are really high.

Snorting I glared at him "And why wouldn't I want to ".

"Because you need me ".
I placed the knife on his hand and dragged it along his skin creating a slash.

He hissed and I smiled.
Finally he knows pain.

"P-please Just listen". He pleaded trying to push me off but I didn't budge I used y weight as an advantage

"No you deserve to die you're nothing to m"-

"They're after you !". He shouted cutting me from my relentless blabber of things I wanted to say to him for the past years.

"What ?".

"The people who killed your parents....... They're after you".