Child Abuse Story From Angelina
by Angelina
(Beaumont, California, USA)
My aunt that took care of me married an abusive husband:
NO! I yelled as I tried to grab his wrists, but he quickly overpowered me. I fell to the ground. As determined as a 5-year-old girl could possibly be, I didn't give up and went at him again, thinking I would push him, but that quickly changed when I went to go lunge at him. He picked up a pan and swung hard. I slid across the floor and didn't move. He came to my side and started kicking me in the ribs and stomping on me like a welcome mat. He reached for the pan and hit it against my head...things faded to black.
I woke up late at night and went to get off my bed, but my legs suddenly got a sharp pain in them and collapsed underneath me. I fell and made a loud thud noise as Ruthie rushed in only seconds prior to my fall. I looked up to her and saw the damage that he had done to her face. I looked scared and she could see it in my eyes. I touched the bruises and blood on her forehead. She flinched in pain. She said nothing as she tried to get me back to bed. Suddenly a huge hand came from the darkness and we both screamed. It was Rick. He squeezed Ruthie's arm and she put me down quickly. He said in a harsh, dark voice, "Let her get back in her bed by herself, she's done it before." Ruthie looked in my eyes and I motioned my head to leave me here. She didn't argue with him for my sake and got up slowly and walked away. I used what was left of my strength to try in get in my bed. It really hurt and I figured my muscles were probably just tight and sore. I couldn't get in my bed and just said to myself that I was just going to have to sleep on my floor...and with that I drifted off.
Next morning
I woke up to a sharp pain in my stomach and looked up. Rick must have kicked me. "Hey brat, we're going to an art show. Get dressed," he said. I did as fast as I could, but that wasn't enough for him. He slapped me and sneered, "Could you go any slower?"
Back then I was only a small child when Rick and Ruthie got married. A few years later is when he started abusing Ruthie. I never knew better and was a very stubborn and strong-headed child that thought I could do anything. When he slapped and hit Ruthie I tried to end it. I'd do anything to stop him from hurting Ruthie because she gave everything she could. I'd do everything in my power to stop him. I'd bite, push, hit, or even try to slap him. It didn't do anything but make him angrier. And then he'd take it out on Ruthie, not me.
After a couple more years he'd start to push me around, until one day he beat me so bad and left me sprawled on the floor. From then on he abused you and you fought back. Ruthie was never the same and I blamed myself because when Rick hit her you'd hit him, but you made it worse and he took the anger out on her.
At night when the fights first started I couldn't fall asleep because of the yelling and screaming, but after awhile I got so used to the loudness, I'd wait for the argument, then the yelling and screaming and it put me to sleep...like an every-night lullaby.
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