Chapter15

Someone with a very bright torchlight appeared. An angry aunt Christina with a man that was always in charge of the cows.

"So this is it?!" she yelled angrily and gripped Heather by the arm with such force she screamed.

"See what I told you Rob?? You see?! This little bastard!"

I looked at Rob. He was about aunt Christina's age. In his early thirties. He wasn't the man I'd seen in the kitchen that night. Who was that then?

Aunt Christina rushed at me, slapping me and hitting me hard with her fists in anger.

"No, please!" I begged as she beat me.

"Shut up! Little pervert! What have you done to my daughter?? What?!"

"Nothing, please!" I cried. Heather was crying behind her mother, begging her to stop.

"You might need this ma'am." Rob said with a wicked smile on his face as he removed his strong cowboy leather belt and handed it over to aunt Christina.

"Oh no Rob, I have a better idea. You beat him up."

No!