She hurriedly got out of the car and thanked Daniel when he parked near her driveway as she had directed.
"Shall I wait for you?" She caught a glimpse of him through the glass.
"No, thank you. If you don't want to be late, you should go." She ended the conversation with a wave. She was fully aware that she would be unable to attend school today. This will be a first for her because she never misses school.
She didn't wait for his car to go before taking enormous steps and sprinting towards her uncle's house. When she eventually came to a halt on the porch at the front door, she closed her eyes and took a big breath. Opening the doorknob was like entering a deathtrap, as if no one knew what type of monster her uncle could be.
He was waiting at the bottom of the stairs with a baseball bat, so she didn't have to take any more steps. For years, it was merely slapping, punching her in the stomach, or dragging her from the hair, but that appears to be changing now.
"There you are, little slut." His voice was still venomous. "It's good to see you again." He grins as he swings the baseball bat at her.
She didn't want to imagine what was going to happen next because she already knew as the bat landed on her left shin with a loud thud. It happened again and again until her legs gave out and she fell to the floor.
"Are you going to tell me, where were you?" He yanked her hair so forcefully that she screamed.
"Answer me!" He slapped her in the face. Tears streamed down her cheeks regularly. Her legs are numb, and the left one can't feel anything.
"I - I was-" She couldn't even speak correctly. She already had a hangover from the wine she consumed the night before. As if emotional anguish wasn't enough, she also has to deal with bodily anguish.
"Where the hell were you?" He raised his hand to slap her again, but a voice cut him off.
"That's enough, Dad. You're going too far." A young man said, concernedly staring at his cousin.
"Max, stay out of this. You can't save her right now." Jack yelled at his kid, his gaze fixed on the crying female.
"How could you have done this to her?" She is the daughter of your only sibling. "Doesn't she feel like a daughter to you?" Max moved closer to his father's position.
"Please, Dad, stop! Uncle Mark probably doesn't want to watch his daughter harmed by his adored brother."
He exchanges glances with his son and Adrianna before letting her hair fall and going out of the living room, saying nothing in return. When she lost her father, he lost his brother. It hurts him every time someone brings it up. That is also why he despises Adrianna.
Max approached Adrianna with a troubled expression. When he tries to assist her in getting up, she groans in pain.
"I apologize. I had no idea -" He avoids making eye contact with her by looking aside. "I didn't know he was going to beat you like this." He attempts to apologize.
"No! It's fine." She attempted to grin, but as she tasted her blood, she groaned.
"Here, let me help you." He picked up her bridal style taking her to her room. He placed her on the bed with care.
"I'll get the first aid box." he scratched the back of his neck. "Is it all right?" He motioned to her left leg. "I'll drive you to the doctor. It appears to be quite awful. Like -" He inhaled deeply. He wants to comment, "Like it was broken," but decides against it.
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Teen Fiction"Isn't this incredible? Is the little Miss Goody's two shoes going out to clubs?" With a playful grin, he leaned in to take a better look. "Impressive." She swallows hard in shock as he grins once more. "No, no, no! Cedric, that's not the case. I -"...
