This child abuse story from Francine2 page was
created July 13, 2007 and was originally posted on June 26, 2007 as story #153.
Francine2 is from San Ramon, California, USA
The following child abuse story from Francine2
depicts: physical abuse and emotional abuse
The child abuse effects on Francine2: the only effects Francine shared was that she has lost faith in the justice system
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was only 6 years old when I was whooped for the first time. My mom was the
first person to beat me up, because I didn't do my homework correctly.
Sometimes, she'd rip my homework into pieces. Other times, she'd put the
plastic bag over my head so I couldn't scream or breathe until she was done whooping
me. Well, first, since I was so little, I thought it was just "discipline".
time, Dad phoned Grandma Olga and sent her to pick me up and to take me to her
own house (either in San Francisco or Sacramento), telling her that he hated
me, that he didn't want me, and that I should pack up completely. He also said
to me, many times, "Are you deaf?", "Are you blind?",
"You're an idiot!","Shut up!", "Enough!",
"Don't make me smack you!", "Say (any rude word) again and I'll
rip your tongue out!", "Bad mouth anyone again and I'll rip your head
off!", etc. He also even tried to strangle me sometimes, too.
Mom wasn't the only one to beat me, you know? Well, she would let my big brother
beat me up, too. For instance, when I was 8 1/2 years old (almost 9!), it was a
chilly summer, so I decided to wear a sexy long-sleeved black shirt under a sexy
little sleeveless silver bare-midriff shirt (a 2fer shirt, for crying out
loud!), black trousers and brown sandals. When I went out to play, my brother
Allen dragged me into the house and punched me in the face. He felt that my
outfit was to "hooch" anyone passing me by. I quickly grabbed a
phone, ran upstairs and called the police. However, the cops immediately told
me that whatever Allen did to me was OK. I was so upset that I hung up on them
I was 10 1/2 years old (almost 11!), Dad said that I can go to Evelyn T's
house. Evelyn was his cousin. I was so happy that I'd get to visit my auntie
Evelyn. However, Mom and Dad came to her house when I was playing with my
cousin Andrew (Evelyn's son) and they started attacking me. They were scratching
me all over the arms. Evelyn couldn't do anything...because I hadn't had her
last name! That name was sooooooo important to me because it was her word
against my parents' words...without me having their same last name. My parents
abused me because they didn't want me at Evelyn's house anymore. I didn't call
the cops because I felt that they weren't going to do anything about it.
was only 13 when I started running away for the first time. Shortly after that,
"running" became a habit to me. Unfortunately, my parents always caught
me whenever they discovered that I was missing. Anyway, I'd continue to run
away whenever my family got sick of me.
had been my refuge. Whenever I would go to school, I tried to tell everyone
about my rotten home life, but nothing is ever going to change. I am never
taken out of my family's care.
my 14th birthday, Allen beat me up, because my parents would let him do so.
I'm almost 18 now and I'm still abused by my parents. Thank you for reading my story.
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Child abuse story from Francine2 was re-formatted June 1, 2015
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