Chapter eight
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Bella's pov
I gulp in fear as I stand frozen looking at a smiling uncle James.
Smiling Uncle James is a very cruel and sadistic lunatic.
" Why Bella dear why are you looking like you've seen a ghost?" He says calmly and in a weird cheerful voice
"Come in we have been worried about you, we called the school but you weren't there."
The door opens and aunt Octave comes out wearing an apron with a butcher knife in her hand.
She walks towards me and takes my hand in a death grip and drags me to the front door.
"Dinner is ready lets get out of the cold." Aunt Octave says with a smile as fake as her hair.
Like usual I don't have a say in anything, I kinda like the cold out here because anything is better that getting in this house with these demons.
Am shoved roughly into the house and stumble forward. I look at the two people I thought loved me in the early years of my life.
Before I could realize it, aunt Octave delivers a dirty mean slap on my face.
My head whips to the other side and I wince. Geez does she have iron bars for hands or something?
"You little ungrateful thing, how dare you?" She whispers in my face.
I swallow a scream when she roughly yanks my hair back and shoves me to the floor.
Uncle James takes a hold of my ankle and drags me to the kitchen. I nearly pass out at the sight before me.
"I should have let you die in the cold, but now all that will be fixed."
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