Child Abuse Story From Anne L
by Anne L
(North Carolina, USA)
Who do you tell when no one cares?
In order for me to explain my story i have to tell in as though its happening. my story is very unpleasent and hard to tell for years i have kept my story hidden and still to this day very few people know the whole story.im not goning to lie it will take me a while to write all that must be written,i start and sometimes just cant countinue on. sometimes the memories are just to much to endore.so im going to try to get my words right the fastest i can.Its not something that you want to share with the world.to all who have survived and can say today that u forgive them i congratuate you for still to this day i will never forgive him.
welcome to my world?
I was up late one cool night wrapped in my thick warm blanket, for it was the ending of winter so still quite cold. I was reading a book I had just gotten from the library called Mercy Moves Mountains when I heard footsteps in the hallway. I figured it was either mom or her latest boyfriend, B. (Dad had died almost two years ago since then she has had many "friends") getting something to drink or a snack from the kitchen. I resumed reading my book.
SQUEEK!!!!! HEY!
My door was being opened. I bounced up off my bed and ran to my bedroom door to see who was there. Then he came in, it was B.
"B, what's wrong?"
He didn't answer. I began to wonder if he was sleep-walking and came to the wrong door. I started to close the door but he stopped me with his foot. He grabbed me and clamped his hand over my mouth, stopping my protest.
"Shut up," he whispered in my ear. I went shock still, he was wide awake. "Make one little sound and I'll kill you and your mother, got it?" Tears forming in my eyes I quickly shook my head yes. His hand moved away from my mouth, I gasped for fresh air. "What do you want?" My voice shook as I spoke. Stupid question, I knew in my heart exactly what he wanted. He grabbed my arm and threw me onto my bed. My room once my sanctuary had now become my prison. He tore my blue silk gown apart and threw it to the floor. I scratched and hit but I did not prevail. He was so much stronger then I but I had to try at least. OH GOD THIS CANT BE HAPPING TO ME! I screamed in my head over and over again.
His disgusting calloused hands were grouping at my chest. Oh lord help me! I begged silently. As he took his clothing off I began to shake uncontrollably. He climbed above me; throwing his whole weight into my body he took my life away from me. Just like that I was no longer in control of my body. I screamed into my pillow with pain, I must have made a sound for the next thing I felt was being hit in my head. I blacked out. When I came to he was trying to get me on my stomach. I wanted to scream but I was too afraid of what he might do to my mom. I did as he said. He rammed into my body. A short time later he got off of me. "Don't move or else." Then he left my room, I silently begged god for help. Wishing that my mommy would come and save me from my nightmare. After a little while he came back, mumbling about something. "There's no darn cake, you'll pay for that." He grabbed my exposed chest with his teeth and yanked and pulled tearing the skin. I tried to squirm away, I failed. He grabbed my hands and pined them above my head. God he was strong.
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