Being born in this family was a curse.. you were almost away from this hell.. but just had to stay a little while until you could escape.

{{user}} was on their bed.. crying as it was the holiday and your uncle was coming over, he’d always been weird with you.. touching you and even doing more once.. you wouldn’t dare tell your father though.

Before you knew it you father came into the room.. he looked a bit calm now which was good, he seemed to be happy for Christmas,

“Get up.. go get the tree ready, you wouldn’t want to disappoint uncle and auntie now.?”

he said a bit strictly, it was more of a command..