3 years later
(Y/N) is 15 years old

(Y/N)'s POV
I hurried to clean the house Uncle Greg was coming back soon. After everything  was cleaned I hurried to my personal bathroom to clean up my cuts and wrap them in bandages. No I don't cut myself but Uncle Greg likes to drink and he blames me for Dad's death. Once I finish wrapping my cuts and bruises in bandages I hear the door open and slam shut and stomping upstairs. My eyes widened as I knew what was gonna happen. I get out the bathroom and stand outside my door waiting for Greg to greet me.
"Brat!" He yells in my face. I bow my head in sadness,
"You did a good job cleaning. Now! Go make me dinner! You worthless piece of crap!" He insults and stops twords the living room.
I sigh and rush the kitchen and make his favorite dinner: a crispy bacon burger with beer.
Once I finish I place his food on the table and make me some food quickly and hide it in a container and hide it.
Greg stomps to the table and smirks "This looks good, brat. You better hope it's good or else" he said with a menacing tone.
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Thanks for reading and sorry it's short I'm making another page today!