Lena
When Uncle said I would be taking self-defense classes, I knew it would not be easy. I was only one day into it but I felt like my whole body couldn't take it anymore. The coach himself wasn't kind enough. I tried to escape countless times, but he wouldn't let me be. In the end, he locked the door from the inside. By the time I returned home, I wanted nothing but to find myself in bed. My greetings to Martha were short. I didn't even pay attention to the TV that was on. I sauntered my way upstairs. Uncle was making his way out while I was on the journey to my room. "Hey, you're back." He subtly said.
I found myself breaking down in tears. "I don't want to go again! I don't want to learn self-defense." He folded his arms across his chest and watched me bawl my eyes out. He didn't ev
