Chapter Eleven: I can't do it.

I had finally reached home, soon I was within the yard.

I open the door to enter the miserable and tormented home.

"I thought I'd have to come search for you and beat the crap out of you," my aunt greeted me angrily within the hallway.

I truly had taken too long to return. I blame Chloe for being nosy about my hand, the flour being hard to reach, and finally, that young man who seems as if he can't leave me alone or try to avoid me.

I begin to tremble hearing what my aunt had said and slowly close the door behind me. I didn't want any more punishment from her. I have already received enough. If she should try to do so again. I surely would end up blocking out this time or who knows, possibly kicking the bucket.

"Why are you late, were you with your boyfriend telling him what had happened to you, hmmm?" my aunt inquires me as she stares at my injured hand.

I stare back at her scared at what she had said.

"No, aunt," I stutter nervously