Child Abuse Story From Bella

by Isabella S.
(Detroit, Michigan, USA)

Please Speak Up: 
I'm 13. I need you to hear me out. I was about 11 when my mom went to clubs and left me with her friend Anna. I was very used to her so I would sometimes spend the night when my mom left to party. My mom and stepdad that I loved very much were in a fight so she left me with Anna to party as I said. I was with my brother and with Anna's 2 little girls. She had her brother there and her husband. That night her brother had a fight with his girlfriend and drank too much. I fell asleep with my brother and the 2 little girls on the floor. Anna's brother was asleep by me. How he got there I had no clue so I fell back to sleep because sometimes he sleeps by the 2 girls. I woke up because he had my hand and all I heard him say was "touch it." I felt my hand on his penis.

I pulled my hand away and went back to sleep, scared. Then I woke up again. He was on top of me, holding my legs up but my pants were still on, humping me. I kicked him and jumped up. He went to turn on the lights and said, "Go back to sleep." I yelled, "No, I'm telling on you." I ran upstairs, waking Anna up. I told her that her brother (I forgot his name) was humping me. She woke up her husband and went for her girls and my brother. She called my mom. She was at home hung over. My mom had someone drop her off and then that person left.

Anna asked where did I learn the word hump. I told her I didn't know. I really didn't know. Then Anna told me that it was my fault that my mom missed her ride to take us home. I was so mad at myself. We were about to go when my mom saw Anna's brother watching TV, WATCHING TV. She said if he ever went after me she and her friends will kill him. After that she was crying. She had to find her van and when she did she did not have the keys to it. She had to break in her friend's house to get the keys. I was mad at myself. Then she went to drop us at our stepdad's house and then she left. I told my stepdad what happened. Then my mom came screaming in Spanish at my dad that she was going to kill herself. I was mad at myself for letting this happen.

I called my grandparents and told them what happened. Then they came quick. I was pulled away from my mom and forced to go in the van that my grandparents were in. I saw my mom break her ankle running for her van to get me. Then she was in the hospital. I was so mad at myself.

I moved with my grandparents even though I didn't want to. After a year I wanted my mom back so I moved with her and my stepdad.

I still feel like it is my fault for what happened. I have nightmares and cry at night. I still feel so mad at myself. My name is Bella and I am happy and sometimes sad for who I am.

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