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Chapter8

#Chapter8

ASHLEY’S POV

I step my feet inside the house but was met with silence. I walked to the sitting room, and I didn’t find anyone. I guess Uncle Benson went out because he doesn’t work on weekends. With that thought in my mind. I sigh in relief.

I turn my back to go upstairs. I’ll just lock myself in my room till Monday because he leaves very early to go to work but I have to carry some food to my room so I don’t starve to death and I can lose the chance of meeting my funeral.

When I turned around. I gasp in horror. Uncle Benson was there staring at me with his arms crossed on his chest. I guess it was too early for me to celebrate.

/"Who was that guy that drop you off slut?!!/"

/"He…..he was the guy that saved me from the guys that wanted to r-rape me yesterday./"

/"And where are my vodkas?/" He snapped at me. Suddenly looking at my hand. Wow he cares I was about to be raped. Not the sarcasm.