Chapter 2

Before Muse answered, her uncle's wife had already dragged her towards her by the hair and satiated her with blows. "Witch! This is how you spend your time sowing discord in my family and then you rejoice in our misfortune! You will eat your dirty witch head!" She said, kicking Muse all over her body. Muse was crying as she tried to protect herself. But the wicked woman kept beating her until her face was swollen and blood was coming out of her mouth. When her uncle's wife finished beating her, she ordered her to go take her bath and clean herself. She didn't ask for it out of concern for Muse, but she was afraid that her uncle would come and find her in this state. Unfortunately, even today Muse will spend the night without eating. Poor girl! She had barely got to put something in her mouth today at school. However, she didn't retort. She put alcohol on her bruises while crying. She was not crying the pain, but she was crying over her life, over all this suffering that seemed to drag on. When will she finally have a little break? She couldn't take it anymore. She nevertheless went to the bathroom and made sure to remove all traces of blood on her. Muse's uncle came home in the night and his children came to welcome him. Not seeing Muse, he asked to go get her. "She's already sleeping." Intervened his wife who took a dim view that Muse came to join her little family. "Go wake her up Amy!" Georges ordered without paying attention to his wife's mood. Amy went to Muse's room and told her without enchantment, "Daddy is asking you. Be careful not to say anything harmful to mom when you're out!" She warned her with a threatening look. Amy was afraid her father would find out that her mother beat Muse. Her mother had also forbidden Muse to get out when her uncle returned. Muse followed Amy without saying anything and as soon as she arrived at the living room where everyone was sitting, she smiled at her uncle and went to kiss him. He at least is not false and hypocritical towards her like others, she thought. "My daughter, how are you doing? He asked all happy to see his niece. "Good dad!" Muse replied with a smile. Her uncle's face tightened when he saw the bruises and wounds on Muse's face. "What happened to you ?Why is your face so swollen and your black eyes?" Like any response, Muse lowered her head and did not respond. Her father lifted her chin with his index finger and asked her the same question more worried. But before Muse says anything, her stepmother hastened to say "She fell in the playground at school, according to what she reported to me." "How did she fall? Is she a child to fall so stupidly?" He asked incredulously. "What do I know?That's what she told me. And in addition, does one need to be a child or an adult to fall?" "I didn't pay attention and slipped down the stairs." Muse intervened when she saw that her uncle couldn't believe his wife's words. "Next time you'll have to be more careful" "Alright daddy!" Muse replied. "I hope your mother has at least given you food to eat ?!" This time again, before Muse can place any word, her uncle's wife hastened once more to respond. "Stop insulting me Georges! What do you take me for? Do you think I'm Machiavellian enough to refuse food to an orphan who hasn't done anything to me?" What a malicious woman! Muse thought. "I did not say that. I was just wondering if she ate." "Don't worry dad, I've eaten and I'm full." Said Muse seeing the tension build between her uncle and his wife. She wanted to avoid another caning session. Her uncle might stand up for her, but tomorrow he wouldn't be there to defend her against his wife's wickedness. At least it's better for her to take it all on herself to avoid more beatings as much as possible. The following week, Georges, Muse's uncle, set off once more on a trip. She was still going to live through all the miseries in the world. It took at least a week this time around and she was able to rest by sleeping normally and waking up as her age required. But as soon as her uncle left, she resumed with her usual way of life. That same day, she did the housework and made sure the whole house was spotless before going to sleep. Indeed, since her homeroom teacher asked her about the reasons for her delay, Muse has opted as a strategy to do all her household chores at night before going to sleep. When she wakes up in the morning, she doesn't have a lot of domestic tasks to do. So tonight, she finished her chores and painfully climbed the stairs to her room. She walked in front of the door of her stepmother's brother and crossed it to go to her room. However, something caught her eye. She retraced her steps reassuring herself that her ears weren't playing tricks on her. She heard voices coming through the door earlier. She then sticks her ear to the door to hear which voices they were, while internally thinking that her curiosity will end up losing her. But as she was listening to the door, what she heared puzzled her. She pushed the door slightly to see the people that were speaking. Surprisingly, Muse saw Pen lying shirtless on his back and her stepmother who is supposed to be Pen's sister according to them, was lying in the latter's arms and stroking his chest. "My love, your idiot husband gives me murderous urges, you can not imagine!" "Leave that stupid man! He is no longer useful to me, except to use me as a bank where I get supplies as I want." "Even like that, this situation annoys me!" "Do not worry. I don't even let him touch me." Said Muse's stepmother, leaning in to kiss her so-called brother. Very disgusted, Muse closed the door and ran to throw up in the toilet. That night, she barely fell asleep, she was so upset for her uncle. While he was fighting like a madman to give a life of queen to his wife, she is not even screwed to be grateful to him. How can she bring her lover into their own home and fault everyone believing that he is just her brother? What kind of woman is she? Muse couldn't believe it. She spent the whole week in a daze, she was so worried about her uncle. However, she couldn't say anything about it. She was too frightened to think about informing her uncle. His wife had traumatized so much. Her sole security was silence. One day, Muse came home from school earlier than expected. No sooner had she put her nose in the living room, she found Pen lying on top of her supposed sister kissing her. He was barely missing and he undressed her. Muse froze at this unpleasant scene. Turning her head, her stepmother saw her and quickly stood up while adjusting her clothes. Pen's bastard was sitting still, not shy about her grabbing them.