Abused At 3

by Tatyana
(Location Withheld)

When I was 3, it started. My dad was at work and I was home with my mom. She did something I will never forget and it haunts me in my dreams. She took a blanket and put it over my face. I couldn't breathe. But the reason why I'm alive now is that my caring, loving dad came home at the right time. My mom told me if I did tell dad, that she would lock me in my room without TV and food for 2 days. So I didn't tell him. I felt like my mom didn't love me. When my brother was born, she didn't pay attention to me. I was so sick of my mom treating me like crap, I almost ran away from home. I didn't, my dad loves me so much. When I turned 5, the abused got worse. My mom took a stick and hit it against my skin. It hurt so bad. She hit it on my arms and back. I still have the scars. When I turned 6, no more abuse, but the pain still hurt. In 2009 when I was 12, my mom left. I figured out it was a good time to tell dad about my abused story. I told him, and he told me, "Don't worry I have custody of you and your brothers". I have two brothers. They make me happy when I have the abused dream that haunts me. Now that I'm 17, I'm a Junior in high school. I'm doing well with my dad and two brothers. My brothers are 9,and 13 years old. I still thank my dad for helping me through my pain. I also thank the lord. That's my story.

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