Child Abuse Story From Amanda7

by Amanda
(USA)

My Life: 
When I was 6, I lived in Virginia with my dad, mom, twin brother, and two stepbrothers. My mom was a housewife. My dad was a truck driver. Whenever my dad was gone, my mom did the chores, but whenever he was home, me and my twin did them all. If we messed up, we got slapped in the face with a belt.

One day, my mom packed our stuff and we moved into a trailer, leaving my father behind. After a few months, my mother started seeing another man who had two daughters. I adored this man as a daughter should adore her father. He went to work one day, and the girls' mother came and took them away. The next day, my father came and we moved back in with him.

When we moved our stuff back into the apartment, my mother told us not to tell my father about the man. A few days later, he took my brother with to work. When they got back, my brother had at least two bruises, one on each cheek. Later on, I found out my father had asked my brother about the man, and when my brother said he did not know, my father slapped him across the face. DHR (Department of Human Resources) threatened to take us away, so we were sent to Alabama to live with my grandparents. I did not see my mother for a year except on Easter.

On my eighth I cried the whole time, thinking of how miserable my life was. And how lonely I was.

Now I am happy and loved. I live with my mother, stepfather, twin brother, and 6-month-old stepsister. Every time I think back at my younger self, I wish I could find the bastard and give him a piece of my mind.

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