Child Abuse Story From Bianx

by Bianca
(Australia)

My mother and father never had a good relationship, and he was hardly ever around when I was young (or my whole life for that matter). I am now 3 months away from being 17 and haven't seen him in about 5-6 years. I constantly wish I could go live with him but I don't know where his is and can't afford a private investigator.

I love my mum dearly, don't get me wrong, but I hate her boyfriend. Let's call him "FB".

For the past 4 years, my mother has been seeing "FB" 'on and off'. He started out as a nice guy and he seemed to be really into my mum. I thought this is great. Mum finally has met who she is meant for. After about 1 month we moved in with him. After a year we moved to the country, where your neighbour are so far away you could be murdered and no one would hear your screams. That's when it started. Him and mum would fight and he would hit the walls. He screamed at me because I was stuffing around with my sis and she pushed me and my foot went through the wall.

Then the name-calling started. I was a "bitch who cared only for herself" to start with, but it soon escalated into slut, c*** faced whore and sadist.

After a month or so of this, I started to slit my wrists. I felt as though if I spilt my blood, no one else would have to spill theirs. I only cut to release my anger and protect others, NEVER to kill myself.

After another year, I tried to run away. I took a load of clothes to school, ditched periods 5&6 and went into town. I was going to live on the streets, I didn't care. The only thing that brought me back was two phone calls, one from my mum and 1 from my sis, both in tears. Two years later, I have stopped cutting because I now harness the pain and put it into my writing. It is still happening, and now mum has a new daughter to him who is almost one.

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