Child Abuse Story From Amanda
by Amanda
(Austin, Texas, USA)
I never would have dreamed I would end up like the kids on the news programs that had parents who hurt them. But it can happen to anyone. October 15th 2005 was the day it all began.
It was my 15th birthday, yes my golden birthday. I had a good day. I had loads of friends there and we had an amazing time. But the day flew by. Soon enough it was late and I was cleaning up the garage where the party was held.
At my party my "crush" went up to my parents and asked permission to date me. My father was not thrilled, but my mother quickly answered with "Of course!"
As I was cleaning up the garage, I heard my parents arguing inside the house. I tried to ignore it. But then I heard the front door open and I could hear it very clearly now. "Elizabeth, I'm gone after tonight, I'm gone! You are unbelievable. She is only 15!"
I had started a fight just to be with a boy.
I fell to my knees and began to cry as my dad stormed out of the house, carrying his suitcase. I watched him leave for good, but that was only the beginning of my nightmare.
Soon my mom began drinking, and became more and more stressed. She began to scream at me for no apparent reason.
Then on Christmas day, she realised it was time to show me. "You little b***h. You f****d up my life." Then she hit me.
I promised it wouldn't happen ever again. It did.
In June of 2006, I was at a pool party, but I wouldn't take off my clothes to get in the water. All my friends kept saying, "Amanda, you're beautiful. Just get in!"
So I did. As I walked to the pool-side, every one of them stared. My best friend's mom, Kelly, took me aside and asked about the bruises. I told her what had happened. I stayed with them for a few weeks. When I went home to get the rest of my belongings, it happened.
I was trying to hurry so I could get outta there as soon as possible. I heard the latch to the door of my room. I turned around. My mother had a gun in her hand. It was aimed at me. I was so afraid. Then. Bang! The gun went off. I felt a sharp pain in my lower abdomen. She had shot me!
She is in jail now. And I am slowly recovering, but I'm better. I live with my auntie. And we are strong.
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