Child Abuse Story From Alex2

by Alexandria
(Edmonton, Alberta, Canada)

My abuse probably started when I was about 3 or 4, I'm not sure because I was so young, maybe before that. My dad has always been very aggressive towards me and other people, not including my mother or little sister. This one was the most recent time I was a abused and I remember it like it was yesterday because it was.

Yesterday was Christmas and everything seemed fine. I was happy and glad about getting a cell phone and a Wii among other things and my dad even seemed to be happy, or so I thought. I also thought, it's Christmas why would he be mad today, but I knew as soon as he was getting mad at me about making scrambled eggs that I better keep my distance.

A while later, after my mom made breakfast, I was downstairs watching some TV. My friend called me on my phone and said that my other friend had my camera and wasn't going to give it back until I returned this girl's cell phone which I didn't have. Then my friend said he would call me back because apparently someone was on the other line. I went upstairs and told my mom what happened and my dad overheard but he didn't understand why my friend had the camera. My dad was playing Wii boxing at the time and getting very into it. (The reason my friend had my camera was that on Christmas eve me and a few friends went to this guy's house to hang out and it was just him and my friend's older brother who is 24 and when we got there I could tell that they had been drinking a lot and they were starting to act stupid and continued to drink more, then a while later for some reason it all got out of hand and I had taken off my sweater because it was to hot and my friend was taking pictures with my camera and everyone was having a good time dancing and listening to music and more people came and everyone was drinking except for me because I didn't want to get stupid and do things I would regret but then my friend's older brother pushed me down the stairs and then his friend started running after my friend with a baseball bat so me and two people left but I had came with 4 people so I decided it wouldn't be such a good idea to go back in the house to get my camera so I left and called my mom because it was -30 out and I was freezing.)

Back to my dad playing the Wii boxing and stuff, he started questioning me about what happened and told me I had a week to get my camera or get out. I was like ok, and I went back downstairs with some salad and then a little while later I was just on the computer talking to some friends on msn and he came downstairs and said get off the computer. I said why, and he said because I said so. I was like ok, and stood up with my salad in one hand and cell phone in the other and then he said why the hell is your friend calling our house. I said I don't know. And he just started to get angrier. I said I told them to call my cell from now on and he was like why the hell do they have your camera and I tried to explain. He grabbed me and said you have two days to get it you little bitch and he grabbed me by the hair and I hit him with my bowl of salad because I knew I was in big trouble and he pretty much threw me to the floor about four feet away knocked over the computer chair and started punching me in the head and for a minute I had like a weird sort of stupid like feeling in my head because he hit me so hard and he just kept hitting me while still pulling my hair and I was screaming and my mom came down and told him to stop then I stood behind my mom close to the TV and he was like you better start saying sorry to your mom you little bitch and I don't know why I had to say sorry but I said it anyway and my dad was just looking like a freak all sweaty and drool dripping out of his mouth like some kind of monster then he grabbed me by the hair again and started pulling me along just ripping out my hair then he hit me some more and went upstairs and when he was gone I told my mom sorry but I have to call the police because I can't take it anymore and I called on my cell and my dad came because he heard me talking to them and smashed me into the wall and grabbed my phone and I was scared that the police wouldn't know where to find me because I wasn't able to tell them my address and then my mom left the house and went somewhere and then my dad came back downstairs and told me how I'm a horrible person and that I am a trouble maker and that I ruined Christmas and that I had to pack a bag and get out or he would throw me out and he would. So I was just sitting in my room feeling sad and wondering why and then the police came to the door and I went upstairs then my dad was trying to lie to them saying I broke his finger in the door when there isn't even a door in my basement and the officers pretty much said oh well move on even though they seen the chunk of hair I picked up off of the floor and the big bumps on my head and the bruise on my shoulder and they didn't seem to care. I thought this time they would help me because last time I called I didn't think I had any marks so when they came they were telling me I had to leave and I felt so upset it wasn't fair but later I found on my shoulder I had a bruise and a cut but I just felt awful and when I went back downstairs I found that the arm of the wooden computer chair was broken right off and my new makeup kit was completely broken and I was just so sad.

So that is just one of the many stories I have. I'm only 15 years old but I'll be 16 in 2 months and then I can finally move out and feel safe.

P.S. my dad didn't even buy me that camera. I bought it with my own money.

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