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 This child abuse story from Drue page was created July 9, 2007 and was originally posted to my child abuse stories page on June 17, 2007 as story #150.
The following child abuse story from Drue depicts: sexual abuse and emotional abuse The child abuse effects on Drue: embarrassment, feelings of betrayal, Drue reports that she keeps a smiling face but it’s a facade
I guess you could say this happened about 11 months ago. My mom and my dad split up a long time ago (I was about 5). When I was six, my mom met another guy by the name of BRAD. I always hated him. There was just something about him. I never did like him. Well, anyways I was just starting to like him at the age of thirteen. Things were never better in my life. I WAS SO HAPPY. I was a cheerleader, I was making money, and I was starting to like my mom's husband. Well, my mom and him went to New York City for about a week. When they came back, I was so HAPPY to see my mom (we were always close). She gave me everything she bought me and my brother. That night, they had some friends over, and I guess they were drinking. BRAD came in my room in the middle of the night and started feeling on me. I WOKE UP. He lifted up my shirt and started feeling on my breast. He asked if he could kiss it, I said NO! Leave me ALONE! I was so scared. I didn't know what to do. I wanted to get up and scream, but something just held me back. I didn't like it one bit. I went to sleep, and dealt with it. In the morning, I tried to get the courage to tell my mom. I did. She was disappointed and she was crying. They got in a fight. She was screaming at him, and threatened to kill him. It was scary. She immediately told me to pack my bags and get in the truck. We went up to Alabama with my pawpaw for a couple of days. My mom tried to figure out something to do with me and my brother (being single, she had no money after her big trip and she was without a job). I had to move in with my dad from Louisiana to Mississippi. I HATE IT! My dad and I aren't even all that close. I miss my mom. She's still living with Brad with my brother. Things probably aren't going to change. She doesn't know that I'm broken. I pretend I'm alright, and cover everything up with a smile. None of my friends would ever think of thinking something like this would happen to me. I miss my old life. I have told only two of my closest friends here in Mississippi. It's so embarrassing. Especially, when people ask you who you live with, and why'd you move here. I make up lies, and pretend that I'm all happy on the outside. I was voted class favorite at this school and came close to Mrs. P., but I would do anything to live anywhere but here, and with my mom and baby brother. I know this isn't all that horrible, and worse things have happened to other individuals, especially younger children. I feel weird writhing this, when right NOW, somewhere a child is probably being thrown against a wall or something. I just thought maybe someone somewhere might have the same story. ;( |
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