Chloe was silent the whole way back to the house. I knew as soon as we set foot into the house something bad was going to happen. I was right. "DARCY!!!!!!! WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU!!! IF YOU WANNA GO AFTER MY NIECE, YOU HAVE TO GO THROUGH ME!!! NO WONDER WHY YOUR FATHER HATES YOU"!!! She yelled at the top of her lungs. A sharp pain suddenly went to face as she hit me. I didn't cry because I didn't want to show I was scared. She got up in my face. "DID I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR"! She yelled. I didn't answer...i just turned my face. She smacked me again but harder this time. "Yes you did"! I exclaimed hoping she would get the message. She smiled. "Good. Bye"! She said shoving me foward. I started speed walking toward the pantry. "What do you think your doing"? She asked. "Getting breakfast. I forgot to eat it this morning and Im hungry", I said as my stomach growled. She gave me an evil smile. "Aww...that's too bad. When Im watching you, your not eating a thing", she said through her teeth. I frowned stomping away to my bedroom probably looking like a baby throwing a tantrum but I could really care less at this point. "Hey Darcy! Why don't you make yourself useful and clean something if your gonna act like that", she called out. I ingnored her slamming my door. I jumped on my bed, covered my face with my pillow, and started crying. I miss when it was my dad and I only. Or even better: i miss when it was my MOM, my dad and I. I can't eat, i can't tell anyone about Chloe or else she'll kill me, and I can't say anything without getting hit. Im done. Im completely done. What else is there left to do.