How will I survive-?

if my uncle met me on the floor crying and groaning in pain after being beaten would send me to heaven made me painfully stood up and walked to my room to freshen up. Did I just say I walked?

ether with his wife and then called me. "Jumòkè" he shouted. "Sir" I came down from an upstair. My uncle nearly knew that something happened but I found every way to convince him. "Why are you walking like that? " he asked me. I would've told him what happened again, but as I was about to talk, I saw my uncle's wife showing me some signs. What did she mean? She was saying with her signs "if you tell him anything,I'll k!ll you"". "Why did you keep mute?, Hope there's no problem? " he asked. "ehm, emmmm,heemmmmmm" I was stammering. "Why humm emmm heemmm? Tell me, did you need anything? " he asked. "No sir, I'm not saying anything. " I said, as fake smile. As I was going back to my room, my uncle's wife followed me, telling my uncle that she wanted to go and bring his food. "God save you" she said, as she hissed on me. Then she entered the kitchen. " If You had said, you would have met yourself in the heaven by now" She added. The torments and torturing continued like that. But on one faithful Monday, I was sweeping the floor, cleaning the house, washing the clothe and cooking at the same time. When my uncle woke up and saw me doing everything, he asked me. "Where are your brothers, Tòpe and others? Haven't they woken up? Why are you the only one doing all? "My uncle asked me, somehow angrìly. "I'm adapted with it sir, that