Child Abuse Story From Alaynna Part 1
by Alaynna
I'm 15 now but alot of the memories of my step dad are still fresh in my head, and there isn't really a day that goes by when I don't think about what happened. It all started when I was about 6. My dad passed away that year and my mom had to get a second job to support me and my two little brothers. They were both 4 at the time. In the process she met my step dad. Before they actually married though my cousin, who lived right down the street, would come over and watch us at night when she worked. She was 15 at the time. Soon my step dad (then my mom's boyfriend) started coming over before my mom got back from work. He did this a few times, and on two occasions I walked in on him covering my cousin's mouth. The first time he just looked up at me, looked back down at her, and continued what he was doing like I wasn't standing there. I didn't really understand it. The second time he came over to me and sat me next to her on the couch. That was when I knew something was wrong because she kept looking at me and crying. He made her sit on his lap and touch him. I'm sure he did this more times and it was probably alot worse, but after the second time I just stayed in my room and pretended to sleep. My cousin always went to check on my brothers, then me after he left. And the sad thing is, I don't think she ever told anyone about it or that she even knows that I remember. So from there it only got worse. My step dad married my mom just a few days before my 9th birthday. When they got back from their honeymoon, me and my brothers moved in with my step dad. His name was G. I called him by his first name, and my brother's always called him dad because they didnt remember too much about our real dad. Sometimes I would get in trouble for calling him G in front of friends and family. He always wanted me to call him Dad but I refused to. The first time I got in trouble for this was when his family came over for Thanksgiving dinner. When everyone left and my mom was in the kitchen cleaning up he picked me up out of my room and had his hand over my mouth then he went to the bathroom and locked the door. I asked him what he was doing and he ignored me and turned on the bath water. He told me not to make a sound or he would give me a spanking. (At this point, he'd never hit me before. It was just random touches while passing each other, coming into my room at night, standing in a line, or sitting in a car, but only when no one was looking.) When the tub was half way full he jerked me up and told me to get in it. I said no and tried to run out but he grabbed me and put a towel over my face. Then all I remember is feeling water all around me. I was kicking my legs because I couldn't get up. He was holding me down until I almost felt like I was going to either black out or attempt to take a breath. But he let me up enough to breathe and moved the towel. I started crying for my mom but she couldn't here me because the water was still running. So I'm not sure for how long or how many times he did it but it felt like forever that he'd hold me under until I couldn't hold my breath and then let me back up. When he stopped and let me completely up I'm not exactly sure what happened. I don't remember anything from then until the next morning. I guess I finally did black out. At 10 I'd learned to avoid him as much as possible. He had a very bad temper. My brothers began noticing this too. My mom of course knew nothing. He was the best husband in the world for all she was concerned. But I don't blame her too much anymore. He was always so nice to her, and always gentle with her. When me and my brother's were with them together he was always so nice, but as soon as my mom would leave he'd just change. He started hitting, kicking, pushing, and literally picking me up and throwing me when he got mad. When something would break, I was blamed. When my brothers were bruised either because of him or their roughness, it was always my fault and I'd get slapped around even more. My mom didn't know. She never did see the other side of him. He only hit my brothers, nothing more. I was happy he didn't hurt them as much as he did to me. That still wasn't good enough though. I didn't want him to touch them at all. Continued in Part 2  Note from Darlene: If I have not left a comment on your story, please understand that it is not personal; it's just that my hectic schedule no longer permits me to do so.I hope you'll follow me on:  Email addresses, phone numbers, home addresses AND website/blog URLs in submissions and visitor comments are STRICTLY prohibited. Please don't include them, as they will be removed. Click here to read or post comments. Child Abuse Story From Alaynna Part 2
by Alaynna
Continued from Part 1: Note from Darlene: If I have not left a comment on your story, please understand that it is not personal; it's just that my hectic schedule no longer permits me to do so.I hope you'll follow me on: Email addresses, phone numbers, home addresses AND website/blog URLs in submissions and visitor comments are STRICTLY prohibited. Please don't include them, as they will be removed. Click here to read or post comments. |