Child Abuse Story From BJ

by BJ
(Texas, USA)

It was early Monday morning, and I was getting ready for school. I was already a little late, and my mother was screaming to hurry up. I told her I was done and was ready to walk to school, and she said, "Stupid little B****! How can you be ready? You haven't even made your bed!" Scared, I looked over into my bedroom and said, "Yes, I did Mom." She slapped me so hard and hit my nose and it started to bleed. "Stupid little B****! Are you talking back?!" She grabbed me by my pony tail and jerked me around and pulled out some of my hair. She tore the sheets off the bed and made me fix it again.

Then she got mad and said I looked liked a tramp who couldn't fix her hair right. She started to comb it with a very old brush that had hard pointy bristles. When she became frustrated with my hair, she hit my head with it until my scalp bled. I cried, but I was scared to defend myself. I was scared that it would only be worse, and that I would be disrespecting her if I did.

This happened when my mother and father were first separated. I was nine. My father told me that no matter what she did, she was my mother. I hoped it would get better, but it would only get worse.

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