How Could You Forget The Sun

XXVI

TRINVILLA’S POV

I was back in my uncle’s bedroom from when I was nine. He was not there, thank God, and I wanted to hide under his bed. Shivering, I crouched there in the farthest corner from the door. The closet doors were flung open and my uncle emerged, drunk. I swallowed hard, well aware of how I had grown more…appealing to him in these eight years.

He approached me, chuckling darkly. I let out an involuntary whimper of fear, not wanting to know what he would make me do this time. I thought the times when I was nine were bad enough. My body was shaking horribly, caught in this web of fear my uncle spun. All I could see was his perverted, toothy grin and the glint of evil intent in his dark brown eyes.

“Get on your knees,” he ordered roughly. When I refused, he slapped my face with his ringed knuckles without warning. I flinched, but it did not hurt nearly as bad as I thought it would. He grabbed my hair and pulled me to my knees forcefully, yelling in my face, “Kneel!”

I was still shivering; I was so frightened. I could not help but keep remembering what had gone down as a child. I still remember when my uncle would baby-sit while my parents were out. I remember my uncle sneaking into my room while my siblings shut, and having his way with me by threatening to hurt my siblings otherwise.

Once word got out that my uncle was arrested for sexual abuse, I was then deemed a slut by every girl who was worth something less than dirt. Donavan, back when he bullied me, liked to make me uncomfortable with suggestive gestures. The first two to stand up for me were Ana and Andrew.

Now, staring at my uncle in a seventeen-year-old body, I was even more terrified. He could not get me pregnant back then, and now he could. If I knew anything about my uncle, it was that he would not care if I got pregnant. After all, to him, pregnancy was the woman’s issue.

My uncle undid his zipper and pulled out his…thing. “Suck,” he ordered.

I had looked away the moment I heard the zipper, and I was not going to suck his thing. He waited, and I knew exactly the punishment of not doing as he said, but I was not going to willingly do this.

Before I could realize what was happening, I was thrown onto his bed. He crawled over me, clucking his tongue. His hands searched my, thankfully clothed, body. That soon ended when he began tugging at the hem of my black t-shirt. I squirmed, trying to get away, but he slapped me again.

It was the same amount of strength, but it seemed to hurt more than the previous one. I did not have time to think about it, for I was wrestling him for my clothes. I was losing too. Desperate, I screwed my eyes shut and swung my fist at where his face was. I heard him recoil in pain, and I scrambled away to the door.

It was locked. I turned back to see him stalking over, looking furious. I looked around wildly; I had nothing to do but get raped by him.

That was before I remembered where I was: the Field. BEN said I would  be facing my worst fears here. I tried to remember what else he said: something about not believing them, or they will kill you. I looked back to my uncle. He looked real to me.

My elevated, panicked, breathing was getting to my head, making me dizzy.  He stopped before me and raised his fist to punch me. I shook my head, reminding myself over and over again that he was not real. I clenched my eyes shut, knowing he was not real because I trusted BEN’s words.

Nothing hit me. I squeaked an eye hinge open and opened them both wide when I saw myself in a different place. Instead of my uncle’s bedroom, it was the middle school hallways. They were empty. I walked around, seeing all of the classrooms empty.

When the bell rang, though, students poured out of the classrooms that were empty before. My skinny frame was knocked around until I stumbled into one classroom to wait out the crowd. The teacher was missing, but the popular girls were present. They looked like pure evil with their glossy lipstick and nice clothes in comparison to my face bare of make-up and old, white sundress.