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"HOW MANY DAMMED TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU"

"I didn't do anything"

She was standing a few meters away from the man she called uncle, a fresh bruise on her face. 

"Are you talking back to me (Name)?" (Name) preferred the yelling over these softly spoken words. She quickly shook her head, stepping away from her uncle.

"Your boss says you fall asleep during work, is that true (Name)?" her uncle said sweetly. 

(Name) remained silent.

"I said, is that true?"

"Well if you actually let me sleep once in a while at-" Her sentence was interrupted by the sound of a slap. She stumbled back, her head hitting the world. Her eyes stung. 

"DON'T TALK BACK TO ME" The mad man yelled in her face. She gave a small nod looking down. She didn't want her uncle to see the tears welling up in her eyes. She wouldn't let him see her cry.

"How many times have I told you (Name), to reply when I talk to you" her uncle spat

'But when I do, you slap, when I don't, you yell' (Name) thought bitterly.

(Name) half ran out of the room.

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Ludwig sat down, he hated sitting next to nosy people, thankfully, today the seat next to him was empty. He took his laptop out, thankful nobody was annoying him.

"I told you to pack the sandwiches"

"Yes uncle"

"Then why aren't they here?"

"I- I forgot" someone replied, clearly flustered. "-Uncle, not here"

"Are you telling me what to do?"

"NO uncle"

Ludwig couldn't concentrate. He gave a sigh and tapped the man in front of hi. He turned around, his face red.

"Yes?" he asked

"Could you quieten down a bit, sir I'm trying to work" Ludwig said

"I'm very sorry sir" The man replied, he put his hand forward, Ludwig hesitated before doing the same.

"Peter Moore" the man said smiling "and you are?"

"Ludwig Beilschmidt"

"Ah! A fellow German!, my niece is German"

Ludwig forced himself to smile "...Thant's nice"

The man turned around again. Ludwig turned back to his laptop.

There was a moment silence.

"See you're annoying the people" The man, Peter hissed.

"Yes uncle" someone replied in a weary voice. All she wanted to do, was go to sleep. 

Ludwig bit his lips and stopped writing. There was no use writing here. Anyway, he could do it afterwards. He put his laptop away, wondering whether he had gotten the girl in trouble and took the tray of food in front of him.

"Are you being funny (Name)?" Ludwig started chewing slower. It seemed this uncle had it for his niece.

"What have I done now? Seriously, just let me go to sleep!" the girl cried in frustration. There was a silence. 

"We'll talk about this when we get to the hotel" Peter said and stood up. "I'm getting myself some food" he leaned towards the girl "Pity you forgot your money" Ludwig blinked. The man walked away. The girl gave a small groan. 

"Curse you mouth" she muttered. 

Ludwig didn't know what to do. He coughed and prodded the girl. She turned around.

"What now, am I talking too loud?" she snapped.

Ludwig glanced at the bruise on her cheek. 

"Um...yeah, sorry about that" he muttered. "No, I was just wondering- I have a spare sandwich if you want one...?"

"..." The girl looked at him strangely. She thought for a while, then shrugged. "Well, if it's spare" 

Ludwig handed her the sandwich. There was a moment of awkward silence. The girl turned back around. 

"..."

"..."

"...Thanks"

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(Name) didn't get the guy behind her. First he got her in trouble. Now he handed her a sandwich. Maybe he felt guilty? Well good.

But she did know why her uncle had been nice to him. He looked...rich. It might not look like it, but so were they. Although he uncle dressed in the most expensive clothes he could find, he looked like a boiled, burned, potato headed tomato faced lump of garbage. And that was just insulting to tomato kind-potato kind...and garbage kind. 

(Name) bit into her sandwich. After she ate, she just wanted to go to sleep. She had been packing all night, she hoped her uncle stayed in the ferry's dining area for long. Now that guy was typing something. (Name) finished her sandwich and made herself comfy. Soon her eyes had closed, and she was asleep.

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"GO TO OUR ROOM NOW!"

Ludwig opened his eyes slowly. He recognized that voice...but who was it? When his eyes finally adjusted to the darkness he saw that the Uncle had returned, him and the niece were standing nose to nose yelling in each other's faces.

"WELL IV'E HAD ENOUGH" The girl yelled back

"(Name), I'm not going to ask you again" The Uncle hissed. There was a silence. (Name) gulped. her uncle grabbed her arm and lead her off. Ludwig blinked. 

"DON'T call me uncle" her uncle hissed. (Name) tried to rip his hands away but she could hardly breathe, let alone move.

"You useless piece of £^*(%@, I should never have let you in" he continued. 

"Get-off-me" (Name) choked. 

"I TOLD YOU NOT TO TALK" The Uncle yelled bringing his fist back. The next second, (Name) felt an sharp pain on her stomach, he dropped her so that she stumbled onto the floor, gripping her tummy, her eyes squeesed shut.

It was obvious to (Name) he was drunk. How much alcohol had he drained? Right now though, that wasn't her main problem. She couldn't breathe, another bruise was forming on her head. 

(Name) clutched her bleeding hand and ran to the bathroom.

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Ludwig had heard someone yell. He was sure of it. He knocked on the door in front of him and waited. After a few seconds the door opened.It was was that...Peter...

"Ludwig!" he greeted "What brings you here?"

"I- erm, heard a yell sir" Ludwig mumbled trying to look behind him. The uncle blinked then laughed

"You must be hearing things my boy" he said in a jolly voice. "Now, I'm sure you must be tired, should I get you something to eat?" he asked.

The German shook his head. "Alright, sorry to bother you" he muttered. He turned around and walked away. He was sure he had heard something...