As the Only Granddaughter, I Was the Family's Treasure—Until My Uncle Tried to Sell Me Chapter 2

"Huh?" I was stunned.

"What do you mean, 'huh'? Hand over your phone, the pump is waiting!"

"You're in college and you don't even know basic etiquette? You're going to end up as a minimum-wage loser when you graduate!"

She rolled her eyes at me. Then, without waiting for an answer, she lunged back and snatched my phone right out of my hand.

"Passcode," she demanded coldly.

At this point, she was crossing a massive line.

Fuming, I shouted toward the driver's seat. "Uncle David!"

But he pretended he didn't hear a thing.

Muttering, "I need to use the restroom," he opened the door and walked away.

...

I was trapped.

Since we were family, I didn't want to cause a massive scene over some gas money.

I unlocked the phone and opened my Apple Pay for her.

But paying the $80 for a full tank wasn't enough.

Aunt Brittney took my phone right into the convenience store and came out carrying three massive plastic bags.

My chest heaved with anger. I finally couldn't hold it in and yelled:

"Are you done yet?! Give me my phone back!"

A flash of jealous rage crossed Brittney’s eyes. She threw the phone back at me, hitting me hard in the chest.

I rubbed my aching collarbone and immediately checked my bank app.

My eyes nearly popped out of my head.

On top of the gas, she had spent over $200 on expensive road trip snacks, energy drinks, and even lottery tickets!

My heart bled. That was literally all the money I had left from my part-time job!

"What the hell did you buy?! How did you spend that much?!"

"And what gave you the right to use my money?!"

I was so angry that all my respect for my elders vanished. I screamed right in her face.

"Stop yelling! Who do you think you're yelling at?!"

"So what if I spent a few of your precious dollars?"

"Your uncle treated you so well growing up. As your aunt, I spend a little of your money and you throw a fit?"

"You ungrateful little brat!"

"Besides, who knows how 'clean' this money even is? I should be disgusted to use it!"

I was suffocating with rage. "My uncle treated me well, and my parents treated HIM well!

My dad literally paid the down payment on this SUV for him!

And what is that supposed to mean?! Who are you calling dirty?!"

Just then, Uncle David got back into the car. My fury boiled over.

I turned my wrath on him.

"Uncle David, what is your problem?!"

"You offer your own niece a ride home and you charge her for it? If anyone in the family knew about this..."

"You'd be the laughingstock of the whole family!"

"And you let your wife steal my money and call me dirty?!"

"Are you not afraid I’ll tell Grandma and Grandpa?!"

Uncle David’s face instantly turned incredibly pale.

But before he could say a word, Aunt Brittney reached back and slapped me across the face.

I dodged the worst of it, but her fingernails still scraped my cheek. She wasn't done.

Her heavily powdered face couldn't hide the cruel, bitter lines around her mouth.

Looking at me with pure venom, she sneered:

"You're just a spoiled little freeloader. How does a college girl have this much money anyway?"

"You think your money is clean?!"

"Look at you! You're a little tramp!"

"I bet you don't even study at that fancy Ivy League school. You probably just spend your days seducing rich men to pay your way!"

I was seeing red. I opened my mouth to scream back—

"Enough! Stop arguing!" Uncle David roared, finally intervening.

"Are you trying to embarrass me?! Get back in your seat!"

He pulled Brittney back to the front, slammed the car into drive, and sped out of the gas station.

Only then did he look at me through the rearview mirror, his face full of disappointment.

"Mia, I treated you so well when you were little."

"Why can't you show me a little respect now?"