It's The Falling in Love

Chapter Three

"AH!" I screamed as my Uncle whacked me as hard as he could with his belt.

"YOU WON'T EVER FUCKING DISOBEY ME EVER AGAIN, GIRL!" He shouted.

I cried, "I-I won't! I promise!"

A few weeks have gone by since I last saw and spoke to Michael. No phone calls, nothing. I wanted to take my chances, but deep down I knew he was upset that I lied to him. It's been practice none stop, Uncle Peter has been working me to the bones. I've been ill lately, so it's been hard to try and perfect the moves when I'm throwing up so much.

I curled up into a ball on the floor, "I'm sorry!" I sobbed.

"Sorry isn't good enough..." He growled, lifting a knife up as he slashed a mark on my arm.

"AH!!" I screamed in pain, holding onto my arm as I rocked back and forth.

"DON'T YOU EVER TALK BACK TO ME AGAIN, MISSY! DO YOU HEAR ME!" He lifted the knife back up.

"YES! YES! I'M SORRY!" I cried.

This all started during practice... I was sick and tired of my Uncle bossing me around. I did what Michael wanted me to do, which was to stand up for myself.... Look where that got me in life, a cut arm and soreness every night. This isn't the life I wanted. I'm so close to just running off, but I know he'll find me if I do. Uncle Peter has friends on every corner of California for business. If I run, they'll find me and probably kill me. 

Uncle Peter smirked at me, "You're such a beautiful girl, Mia.." Uncle Peter caressed my face.

I gulped my pain, staring at my Uncle.

"Don't" I whispered.

Uncle Peter slapped me across the face, "Shut up, bitch." He spat.

I started crying again.

Uncle Peter got off of me, "I'll be back at five. You better fucking stay here, little girl." He growled.

I nodded, staying on the floor.

Uncle Peter kicked my ribs hard, "Get up." He dryly said.

He watched me groan in pain, holding onto my side in pain.

Uncle Peter started laughing as he walked out the door.

The front door slammed.

I shook my head as I spat blood. I can't take this anymore. I started crying.

Suddenly the phone started ringing.

I took a deep breath as I tried to get up.

Everything hurts.. My back is bruised, my face is stinging, my whole body is bruised from his abuse.

I slowly walked towards the phone, holding onto my side.

I started coughing up blood as I answer the phone, "Hello?" I weakly said.

"Mia?" I heard Michael's voice say.

I just wanted to cry hearing Michael's voice.

"Mia, are you okay?" He asked, his voice growing with concern.

"Um, yeah." I lied.

"Michael, I just miss you." I said, my voice wobbling.

Michael chuckled, "I miss you too."

"I thought we should talk." Michael said.

I quickly nodded, "Of course. Please do, Michael." I said.