Scarlett

Episode 2

Scarlett pov

My thirteenth birthday was two weeks ago, and it also marked three years since I left my hometown in Florida to live in Bayside Queen's, where I am currently living with my only guardian, my uncle Logan, who is also my Daddy's only brother.

My life has been very typically normal, with the exception of the constant presence of new ladies in my uncle Logan bed every night, which prevents me from getting a restful night's sleep every single night. But in that case, what options do I even have? I just I'm just a kid that just have to listen to what he had to say without interrupting him or offering my own opinion on the matter.

Since he was not either of my parents, I suppose that some privileges were denied to me as a result.

When I tried to make dinner for the day, it was pouring heavily outside, blocking me from hearing anything outside,my uncle had instructed me to make chicken tossed with shredded cabbage or lettuce for tonight's meal before he left the house. However, it was getting late and I was yet to start preparing the food . I had to get everything done as quickly as possible before my uncle would be able to come home from work or wherever he had gone.

These days, all I know is to get up, go to school, come home, make dinner, and then ultimately mind my own business. Simply because I didn't want my name to end up in my uncle's bad book... I have made it a point to steer clear of anything that has the potential to cause a disagreement between us in this home ever since I became aware of his allegedly promiscuous attitude a few months after we first began spending days together.

As soon as I finished preparing the food, I hurriedly went to check how much time I had left before my uncle comes home. When I glanced up at the wall clock in the dinner room... to know what time it was by that point... it was still around 6:37.

Satisfied, l still have time I hurriedly ate my food so that I could take a shower before he got back. After I had finished eating, The time read somewhere about 6:56. It is not unusual for him to return home before 8:00 p.m., which means that I have another one hour and four minutes to complete the tasks that remain.

So after the meal I quickly cleared the table and washed the dishes... after finishing up in the kitchen, I started going in hurry to my room as quickly as possible.

I stepped into the shower as soon as I finished stripping off my clothing.

My showers in the evening were typically short, so when I was finished, I would step out of the bathroom naked. Normally, the bathroom was in my room, and I always had my privacy, so I was accustomed to having that space to myself. Just so you know, at the time, I was only thirteen years old; therefore, I wasn't supposed to be quite so cautious, am I right? or too aware of my physical self. In addition, I was leaving with a relative, so I didn't need to be overly cautious.

I went to my closet, grabbed a towel, and started to wipe off my body. When I was finished, I applied some body lotion, and then I got ready to put on my nightgown, which I had already taken out of the closet and laid out on my bed. Just before I was going to go into the shower. I was startled and surprised at the same time as I quickly attempted to finish putting on my night wear, but I wasn't able to do so because I was violently grabbed and threw into the bed like a bunch of freshly sun-dried clothes that he had just brought in from the clothline at the backyard of the building. Just as soon as I picked up my nighties to put it on, my door instantly sprung open, with my uncle Logan, approaching my direction with full speed. I was unable to escape his grasp because he climbed on top of me as soon as I landed on the bed and clamped both of his legs around me,. falling into the bed I started struggling to get out of his hold as soon as I landed there in my back.

Taking hold of my nightgown, which I had only worn halfway, he tore it into pieces and threw them on the ground, leaving me completely naked in front of him. It was at that moment that I became aware of what was going to happen to me.... I began pleading with him to remember that I was still his relative despite the fact that I was too young, I yelled this particular one at him as tears streamed down my cheeks. However, he continued to strip himself while I continued to implore him to stop despite the fact that he continued to do so.

As soon as he was able to remove his shirts and pants, he threw them on the ground as soon as he was able to take them off, as I struggled to break free from his grasp, it took him a little bit longer to remove his clothes.

Spitting on his fingers, he shoved them into my naked p***y, quickly and forcefully, without even taking into consideration the fact that I was still a child. My body was racked with agony as I experienced the most excruciating pain I've ever felt channeling itself throughout my entire being; fresh, hot tears trickled slowly down my face as he continued to push harder inside of me....

This was the worst kind of torment that anyone should have to go through at my age. It was the ideal way to destroy a person from the inside out by providing them with the worst memories, which will eventually become their worst nightmares.

Everything got even worse when he started trying to force himself inside of me and I began shouting "no my virginity"! Please stop I begged and kept begging him to stop him, but he continued until I could feel him inside of me and my p***y dripping with my blood. I cried out please no, you have to come to your senses and stop this please uncle I'm I'm your niece remember please, you don't have to continue I kept begging until I could feel him inside of me. I,d cried.

My efforts to struggle, fight, and scream were fruitless, and when I was left with no other option, I capitulated, leaving me heartbroken and filled to the brim with the deepest possible hatred.

Because he continued to strike me with all of his strength, I continued to groan out of pain and torment. At that precise moment, the agony is so unbearable that I beg death to come and take me away, but it doesn't happen.

Perhaps he was no longer able to look at my face, because the next thing I remember, I was being turned over so that my back was to him and my face was to the bed. At that point, I was too weak to struggle, scream, or shout, so I simply moved in the direction that he urged me to go, aiming for wherever or however he nudged me.

After that, he continued his never-ending torment by squeezing both of my hands, one on top of the other, pinning me to the bed, and inserting his manhood into me from behind. He did this while I was facing the headboard.

This time, the pain was getting worse and worse as he continued to move in and out of me, and then all of a sudden, at a certain point, I got so broken, fatigued, and paralyzed, and everything faded into darkness. I couldn't take it any longer and, then I passed out.