Child Abuse Story From Anonymous24

by Anonymous
(Location Undisclosed)

I don't know how to start. I don't even know if this is abuse. It doesn't even sound realistic or like any of the other stories on this site! And I only remember parts of it. It's probably just me being dramatic.

I was eleven. I was walking my dog on the side of the road. It was a little after 7:00 a.m. and I had to get ready for school soon. I was farther away from my neighborhood than I should have been, and close enough to the middle of a quiet and eerie road where it seem no one was around. I heard a noise. I got scared. I froze. A car pulled up next to me, it had a man in it with a gun. I remember the ring he was wearing and the pants he had on. With no seat belt on he quickly scooted over to the passenger seat and didn't waste any time. He put the gun to my head and I felt the cold metal against my forehead. I felt like I couldn't breathe. He held my arm in the death grip so I wouldn't run. He quickly lifted my shirt and touched my breasts and then went into my pants where he got inside of me. It hurt, a lot, (but also felt good). This is sick of me to admit.

The whole time he was talking, like he hadn't talked in years--putting everything out there. Telling me everything from, "You f'in move, you die. You tell your family, you die. I KNOW WHERE YOU LIVE and no one will ever believe you b****" and then comments about my body parts that he touched. I didn't cry--not even when he made me touch him. I remember at one point he said "Your going to f'in rot, live in the hospital your whole life." Which to me clearly proved he was insane. I had no idea who this guy was! But at that point I was convinced he knew everything about me.

Something clicked in my mind after that. I knew no one was coming to save me. No one was even around and I had to get out or I would die. I realized that he had begun to slowly lower his gun all the way down to his seat and his grip was loosening, probably from being filled with such pleasure. I kicked the door as hard as I could which made him let go and me fall from the impact, into a stop sign (practically knocking it down). I felt really dizzy and couldn't see straight but I started crawling/stumbling home. I don't remember where the man went or how I got away without more of a fight. I also don't remember where my dog was while this was going on. When I got home I went and sat in my bathroom for a while. I cleaned up and came downstairs to go to school. Before I left I told my dad that there was a man, in a car... but that was as far as I got. Again, I froze. And never finished my story.

This was just a random thing that happened a few years ago and it'll probably never happen again. I can't prove that it happened so who would believe me anyway?

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