His Hired Fiancé

Chapter 1

                Elizabeth POV

I was sitting down on my old mattress looking through what is suppose to be a window covered with boards with only a little peep hole for light to enter my 'room'. I was sitting there lost in thought about think about the loss of my parents. Where would I be if they didn't pass away? Would my uncle not abuse me and blame me for what happened?

I was only 13, I could have died by that doesn't seem to matter to him or anyone for that matter, now 7 years later I'm sitting in this dark lonely suffocating place having no hopes of trying to escape again. Everyday my uncle's beating as become worst than the one before, but I never think of talking back or fighting back because he always told me I was weak and sadly I believed it. I haven't spoken in years I just remain quiet. I can talk but I choose not to, it's like I have a voice but It cannot be heard. I was brought back to reality when I hear a voice I've gotten use to hearing, that deep, rough, drunken voice of my uncle Samuel. I quickly got up from the mattress patting down my old dirty floral dress just as the door burst open and in came my obviously drunken uncle looking ready to kill.

" Didn't you hear me call you slut?" He ask looking at me with hatred in his eyes.

I have gotten use to him calling me names. Before I could even nod my head in response he was already charging towards me and yank my hair. I yelp pain but that was like music to his hears, he started laughing.

"You bitch your going to get what you deserve for killing my brother you selfish little whore. Your nothing but a mistake nobody wants such a whore. I'm going to show you why you don't deserve to live". He growled in my ears. I was then pushed facedown on the floor with my nose making contact with the floor almost breaking it in the process. He turned me around so I'm now lying on my back. He started throwing punches in my face and stomach and I willed myself not to cry out in pain. After he was finished with me I thank heavens that he didn't beat until I was unconscious. He left the room swaying from side to side with a  satisfied look on his face, leaving me in pain. I carefully and slowly got up off the floor making sure not to cause more pain to my re- injured rib. During his beatings I don't shed a tear because I know that won't help, he would only hit me harder so I just stay silent like I've been doing for the past years. I went to the bathroom attached to my 'room' to get rid of the blood and get ready for bed. Better get fully rested because tomorrow history repeats itself. I haven't eaten anything from yesterday but I was use to being starved. I went to bed that night thinking how easier my life would be if I died.

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The next morning I was woken up by someone shaking me. Must be time for my beating I thought bitterly. I shot my eyes open and found my uncle looking at me in disgust.

"I guess today your time with me ends, it was great having you here but I at least your going to do something good for me for once in your life". He said with a evil smile playing on his lips. Upon seeing my confusion he let a bellowing laugh.

"I going to sell you to that man in the living room" he paused then look me in the eye and said "Your going to make me rich bitch".

A sat there frozen to the matrass unable to move. His he really going to sell me?Maybe I will be a living a better life than I am here. What if he treats me the same? Thoughts like those were running through my mind like wild fire.