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Niamh woke the next morning to find her aunt standing by her bedside, and the young woman glared. "The hell are you doing here?" she demanded. "The sun isn't even up!"
"It's half six, and you need to be out of bed," her aunt replied calmly. She was leaning on a walking stick and looked to be in some pain. Niamh spitefully wished the pain would get bad enough to make the stupid cow by her bed die, but Iseult didn't look like dying anytime soon as she resumed. "And that attitude isn't going to do you any favours," she said. With one hand she yanked the bedclothes off, and Niamh shrieked in dismay. "Get up," Iseult told her, her voice firm. "You're going to be doing a few chores around the house and farm to earn your keep, and my husband is already looking for someone to help him milk the cows and check for eggs."
"You can't make me do anything," Niamh said angrily. She reached for her phone, only to discover it missing, and her eyes widened. "Where the fuck is my phone?" she demanded.
"Your phone is locked away," Iseult told her. "There's no place for a fancy smartphone while you're busy doing work around here. If you need to call anyone, you can do it from my old Nokia, but you'll only make phone calls with either myself or my husband present."
"You have no right to take my phone away!" Niamh cried. "Give it back right now!"
"No can do, not with that attitude," Iseult said. "Now, get up, or you don't get breakfast."
Niamh gasped. "You can't starve me!" she said. "The hell kind of prison is this?"
"No one's starving you but you," Iseult said. "We can't make you do the chores expected of you, but you can't make us feed you. And the more you fuss and carry on like a five-year-old, well... I've raised two sons, and I'm an expert in dealing with temper tantrums. Never thought I'd have to deal with a twenty-something-year-old niece who ought to know how to act her age, but life's full of odd turns, isn't it?" Her good mood disappeared as a cold glare settled on her face. "Now, we'll try this again. You've got five minutes to get up and dressed in suitable clothes, or you won't get breakfast. And if you persist in acting like a five-year-old, you'll get treated like a five-year-old until you mind your manners and speak more respectfully to me. What's it going to be?"80Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAc8h80BSko
Seething, Niamh found herself cornered for the time being. "Fine," she ground out. "But you won't get away with that bullshit for long, I promise you. My aunt Leah's coming to pick my mother up, and I'll tell her all about..." Iseult's raised finger cut her off.
"You won't be anywhere near the house when Leah comes," she said. "I'm not having you spreading tales. Now, you've got four minutes to..."
"Ugh." Now feeling more than ever like she was backed into a corner, Niamh found herself with no choice but to capitulate for long. "You're a stupid old bitch, you know that?" she muttered, her temper flaring anew when she saw the old, patched shirt and jeans laid out for her on the other bed. Something hard whacked her across the backside and she yelped, spinning around to glare at her aunt. "The hell was that for?" she demanded. Iseult raised her cane again, and Niamh backed down, seething. This time, as she went into the bathroom to splash her face with water, she made sure to keep her angry remarks to herself. But inside, she was roiling with pain and humiliation, and as she got dressed (with Iseult respectfully turning her back), she vowed to make the horrible old bat suffer. By the time her great-aunt and grandmother were done, this crotechty old cow was going to be on her knees begging for mercy. The thought of seeing Iseult reduced to a shell was a very pleasing one, and Niamh smirked.
"Lead the way," she said smugly, but her smugness died at the flat stare she got in return, and she swore under her breath as she followed her aunt downstairs. Stupid old bitch, she thought resentfully. She made a note to herself to see if she couldn't seduce her uncle as well - her aunt Kate would be thrilled to have her ex-husband back in her clutches where he belonged.
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