The days that followed were a blur of fear and anxiety for Danisa. Aunt Rose's behavior became increasingly erratic, her mood swings more pronounced. She would lash out at him for the smallest infractions, her words cutting deep into his soul.
Danisa tried to avoid her, spending more time at school and less time at home. But even the sanctuary of school wasn't enough to protect him from Aunt Rose's wrath. She would call him repeatedly, demanding to know where he was and what he was doing.
As the days turned into weeks, Danisa began to feel like he was walking on eggshells. He never knew when Aunt Rose's temper would flare up, and he lived in constant fear of her anger.
One evening, as he was walking home from school, Danisa felt a sense of trepidation wash over him. He knew that Aunt Rose was waiting for him at home, and he had no idea what kind of mood she would be in.
As he opened the door, he was greeted by an eerie silence. The house was dark, the only light coming from the kitchen. Danisa's heart sank as he realized that Aunt Rose was waiting for him in the kitchen.
He took a deep breath and stepped inside, his eyes adjusting to the dim light. Aunt Rose was sitting at the table, her eyes fixed on him with an unnerving intensity.
"Where have you been?" she spat, her voice low and menacing.
Danisa tried to explain, but Aunt Rose wasn't interested. She cut him off, her words dripping with venom. "You're a disobedient child," she hissed. "You need to be taught a lesson."
Danisa felt a surge of fear as Aunt Rose's anger washed over him. He knew that he was in for a long and terrifying night.