After being shown to my room I peeked around before getting ready for bed. I laid down on the bed staring at the ceiling. The thought of losing my uncle made me tear up.
What seemed like forever a knock on the door made me jump. "Come in". I said as loud as i could. The door opended revealing the same man from earlier.
"Amelia i feel like we got off at the wrong foot here". He said closing the door behind him. I watched as he swiftly made his way over sitting at the end of the bed.
"Dont you feel the same". He asked. I ignored him and rolled my eyes. "Amelia, dont make this difficult for me". I looked away. The weight of the bed got lighter, as for I hoped he was walking away.
When I turned my head he was infront of me. Jaw clenched. "I SAID DONT FUCKING MAKE THIS DIFFICULT". He yelled slapping me across the face.
"You know what fine have it your way if you dont fix your attitude by the morning during breakfast im literally going to-".
"Beat me". I cut him off.
"Just be ready by 7". He rolled his eyes getting up from the bed. "Goodnight". Was the last thing he said before slamming the bedroom door behind him.
