Child Abuse Story From Annie

by Annie
(Corsicana, Texas, USA)

I'm only 13!!! I was only a baby when this started. My dad would fight with my mom and throw her around. Eventually, I had to live with my dad. I hated it.

When I was 5 years old, my dad would go out and drink every night. He had a friend to stay with me every time. I was very imaginative at that time, so I'd imagine that there were ghosts around and then run to my dad's friend. He would tell me to climb in bed and take my clothes off. At that time, I was that dumb. I did what he asked. Even now, I remember him telling me to spread my legs open and stuff like that.

I turned 7, and once again I was left at home with him. In the middle of the night, my dad's friend woke me up and tried to do our "routine." I told him to get lost. He started to abuse me. When my dad came home that day, he saw the scars. I told him what happened. My dad got in a fight with him. The man called me a slut and left. My dad eventually sent me to my grandmother's. My dad would not ever talk to him again......unless he was drunk.

Now that I'm thirteen, I know that I'll always keep that memory forever.

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