DANIELLA✔

Chapter forty-three

"What!" Aunt Caro exclaimed, causing uncle Henry to jump out of me. The look on her face was that of terror. Nothing obviously prepared her for this. "Daniella!" She yelled in utter surprise.

Why was she calling my name? Didn't she see that her husband was trying to rape me? It was obvious enough. My underwear was torn. I was in tears. I looked tattered. So it obviously should hit her sixth sense that this was her husband trying to rape me.

"In my house?" Aunt Caro asked menacingly. It looked like her attention was more on me than on her husband, the beast behind all of these.

She stormed out of the room angrily. Uncle Henry quickly went after her. I didn't need anyone to tell me that I was in for a big trouble with aunt Caro. I was so nervous and unrelaxed. I couldn't keep calm. My heart was beating too fast that I thought it was going to explode. I was sweating profusely that I thought I was going to emancipate. I didn't know what to do. Run away! That was the only thought on my mind. But where to? There was no where to run to. It was either I stayed and just receive whatever punishment came or I ran away and never returned. The latter was a better option.

Hurriedly, I snagged an underwear and wore it on. As I was about leaving the room, aunt Caro stormed in, looking outraged. She was holding an iron. I staggered backwards in trepidation.

"You!" She bellowed.

Uncle Henry came in just immediately. "Sweetie please put that down. You're going to hurt somebody." He begged.

"Shut up!" Aunt Caro snapped. "I'm even coming back to you later. Now you," She turned to face me again. "I was nice enough to bring you out of your local and miserable life in that village to a better life here in the city, but all you could do in return is fuck my husband right?"

I shook my head in the negative. The iron in her hand made me terrified. Was it heated? And if it was, was she gonna burn me with it?

"Well it's today you'd die!" I screamed as she lunged forward at me. Uncle Henry tried to hold her back, but she pushed him away vigorously. What woman could push a man away from her that easily, except she was mad. Aunt Caro was apparently mad.

She got to me and tried to thrust the surface of the obviously heated iron on my body, but I gripped her forearm in defence. While she struggled to release her arm off my grip, I tightened my grip the more.

"Leave me you bastard!" Aunt Caro shouted as she kicked me hard on my thigh, very close to my vagina. I yelped in pain and released her arm in the process. She punched my face with her fist and I groaned as I held the spot she hit me. Then she pressed the heated surface of the iron on my arm. I screamed at the top of my voice.

The pain was too much that I slapped her with the back of my hand across her face. She lost her balance and fell to the ground.

"What's going on—" I pushed Annabelle away as I ran out of the room. Amanda was going to stop me to ask what was going on too, but I also brushed her off and ran out of the house.

I didn't know where I was going, but I kept running. I ran fast as my legs could carry me, enduring the pain the hot iron had caused in my arm. I ran to the main road when I saw an approaching car plying the road. I stood in the way for the car to hit me. I wanted to end my journey here. I was tired. It was time to give up already.

My heart was racing as I watched the car move towards me. I shut my eyes as it was very close and I expected that it would have hit me, but all I heard was a screech. Slowly, I opened my eyes and saw that the car had stopped very close to me.

I fell to the ground and passed out.

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