Child Abuse Story From Kevin B
by Kevin B
when i was around ten mother locked me in the boot of a car so she could go around a fairground with her boy friend even though she was married to my dad.i started coughing after awhile and heard a voice asking if some one was in the boot but as my mum told me to be quiet with the usual threats iwas to scared to answer how ever i couldnt stop coughing i hear the person say get the police next thing they broke the boot open the police kept asking who i was there with i was to scared to tellthem by this time there was a big crowd around and my mother put on the water works put her arms around me telling the police i must of locked my self in the boot and of course i had to go along with it.i have nothing but memories of abuse becouse thats all i no with that evil woman.iam 52years old  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 Kevin B Part 2
by Kevin B
i could tell you true stories of abuse for ever there was so much pysical and sexual abuse in this family it allmost seemed to be normal.the worst thing was going to school in the morning.my brother and sister would always race to get in the back of the car so i would have sit in the front.see the mother was a very bad temperd woman who would pick the neerest thing to her to either hit you with.or throw at you.any way this particular morning she stopped at a t junction and asked if ther were any cars on the left i said yes she waited turned to me and said ware are they so i pointed to some parked cars she swung the hardest fist id had to date my nose was bleeding didnt feel good at all.when she got us to school she had this way of grabbing me by the cheeks and sticking her nails in till my cheeks was bleeding this was a threat not to tell any body what she did.she had grabbed my cheeks somany times people thought i had hackney. 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 Kevin B Part 3
by Kevin B
just like to say how happy i am with this site becouse at 52 years old ive never really spoke of the abuse from my mother and its only since the christmas just gone i got a computer when you listen to the abuse some people went through it amazes me how they survive .i no from my experience i had tried to end it many times for some reason sombody up stairs didnt think it was my time .i actually hung my selfin a garage when i was abought 10 this was after an incident with my mother.see even though she was married to my father she would be what you might call a women of the night see my dad worked alot he was a chef he worked 2 or 3 jobs he would never be there in the evening or the morning so my mother took this oppertunaty to go out drinkin and picking up men we wittnesed this on many accasions.with this particular time in mylife tryin to not get hit for some thing seemed impossible.so a normall night dad at work mother upstairs getting ready to go out on the town shed come down all done up with make up she would all ways aske if she looked fat in her outfit if you said no id get abelt for lying .if you said yes well idid that once thinking it was the right answer.i sufferd for that.any way it was early hours of the morning and she came in drunk there was my brother and sister and me in the one bedroom asleep not me i had some sort of radar when that woman was around she came into the bedroom and i blew of you no farted.she came over to my bed lifted the covers and said your dead tomorrow i did not sleep a wink that night i heard my dad come in this was safe for me when he was in she wouldnt dare do anything when he was in the house well a few hours later i heard him get up isneaked down stairs .i begged him to take me to work .i tried everything to get out of the house .he was not having any of it he gave me some milk told me go back to bed .see i couldnt tell him why id of been worst of well the time came she got a flakney stick this was a electric clothes dryer she bent me over the stairs and beat me with it .now my mother never spent anything on us but this day decided to take the three of us out for breakfast this wasnt right oh yeah it was she orderd breakfast for my brother and sister and herself but said id been bad so not for me i watched them all eating it looked so nice .i dont eat a great deal even now but i can remember that day like it was today.not only did she do that she took us all in the shop next door and bought them a kitkat.dont no what was worse the beating or the starvasion.when we got home i had to be locked in the bedroom .well later that afternoon may be early eavening saw the neighbour throwing out half a loaf of bread to the birds that bread looked like a roast dinner to me i climed out sneaked in the garden got the bread and started eating it .well didnt the neighber catch me i think back now i really couldnt do anything right.the woman took me home with the bread spoke to my mum that woman dragged me in sat me at the table put the bread on the table and said ther you go now eat and thats what she meant the bread that looked like a roast at this point half way through was stalehard to swallow the most discusting thing ever .wellnext day i put a rope round me neck in the garrage tried to hang my self jumped of the side that really hurt at that time i thought soon as you jumped you were dead .i was wrong all that i remember was a really bad burning rond my neck and i couldnt do any thing didnt the door open and ther was my dad well he got me down and i lied again told him i was just playing and it was an accident to be honest thinking abought it now with what i no now he was a bit stupid 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. |