I Won't Let You Down (hiatus)

I Won't Let You Down

~Hi! This is my first story that I'm putting up on Wattpad... A bunch of my friends told me to, so I am :) 

A note- I upload things from my iPod, so I apologize if you read this from your computer and it looks weird... Or whatever ^_^ Tell me if it DOES look weird, and I will start uploading from my computer instead. Okay, I guess I should start the story now. (The first two chapters will be super short). Here goes nothing: 

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I heard him pull up just a I started my homework. So I began running, just as I've done the past year or so. Out the back door, sketchbook and pencil in hand as I jog to the cemetery across the street. Rain is pouring, blurring my vision and wetting my clothes and hair.

The rain finally settles as I enter the cemetery. I started coming here a few days ago, because my uncle has friends in the library where I used to go hide, an they started to notice me there all the time.

I guess I should explain myself. My name is Nevelyn Clare, my uncle, who I live with, is Matthew Clare. My parents died two years ago, in a train crash. I moved in with uncle Matthew, and for a week he was good to me. Then the abusing began. Every little thing I did, he found fault with. Sometimes when he had a bad day at work, he would come home and hit me as if I was the one who made him have a bad day. That went on for a year before I found that I could escape at least some of it. Usually I got home from school at three fifteen, ate and drew, then at five thirty he would get home and I would either already be gone or leaving. Then at eight or so I would get back, saying that I had to go to a friend's house to work on a project (though I have no friends). Or sometimes I would leave my window open so I could climb back up and come out of my room as if I was there the whole time. He used to hit me for not replying when he called to me, but that stopped. He still hits me, but not as much. Maybe I've finally outsmarted him... that was laughable.

Now, I walk slowly past the graves as I look at the names printed on pretty stones. Yesterday, I imagined how some of these people could have died. Today, I decide to imagine how loved some would have been. I walk past the graves that I saw the day before, and I go to the unexplored part of the cemetery. The first new name that I see is Clementine Smith. March 6, 1997 to December 12, 2013. Wow, she died exactly a year ago. Under her name it says, "Rest in peace, darling. We'll love you forever." This girl was sweet, judging from her name. She was loved by her family, or maybe they just put that on there to make it seem like they loved her.

I do this for a bunch of graves, then I look at my watch. I'm kind of hungry, maybe I should go in and eat. It's 7:39, Uncle Matthew is probably making dinner.

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"Thank you for dinner, Uncle Matt." I say, my left hand on the newly formed bruise on my right arm. I struggle to hold back tears that threaten I pour out.

"Yeah yeah. Go finish your homework or whatever." He plops down on the couch.

I leave the sink, dishes cleaned and put away. My room is dim yet comforting as I walk in. When I came home, he accused me of doing drugs and hit me. But today was different. He... kissed me. Forcefully. He had pressed me up against the wall. And I was too shocked to speak or protest. He pulled away and smiled to himself, which was even more peculiar.

As I sit at my desk, finishing my science homework, I can't help but wonder what will come tomorrow. I hope he doesn't kiss me again. I wish he would just leave me alone.

I put my homework away then get ready for bed and say goodnight to Matthew. He doesn't reply, but then again he never does.

My bed is so comfortable... school is so much better than being in this house... Go on, Nevelyn, I think, fall asleep. I yawn, and drift off.

Only to be awoken by something climbing on top of me. I open my eyes, and suddenly feel nauseas.

"Uncle Matt?" I ask, terrified.

"Shh..." Matthew says, moving the blanket out from in between us.

I freak out. Is this happening? No, no, no!

He undresses us both, pushing his length into me. I scream, loudly. It hurts, it's so terrible. I'm not a virgin anymore! I beg him to stop. I cry, sob even.

He doesn't stop until he's satisfied.

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I attached a picture of "Uncle Matthew" :P