Child Abuse Story From Brana

by Brana L
(Michigan, USA)

When I was only 6 years old until I was 17... 
When I was six years old, my father would come into my bedroom late at night. At first he would only read me stories and give me a kiss goodnight. Soon after, he started giving me more and more intimate kisses. I had no idea at the time that it was wrong.

After about a week, he started rubbing me in wrong places. I wasn't against it because I didn't know it was wrong, and it felt good. I was homeschooled and very sheltered.

My dad was also a drinker. One night, he came into and ripped my clothes off. This was the first time I was very worried, and after a few awkward minutes of his rubbing, he went all the way. I cried and cried and cried. I screamed more and more. He wouldn't stop. It was terrible. It was night after night. He thought about it as a common practice. I couldn't say anything to anyone because I started to think what he was doing was right.

After years of this, and after being able to use the Internet, I came to realize what he was doing was wrong. I really had no idea before this. Well, after my mother died very young, almost as soon as I was born, my father never loved again, but I still go to see him and have sex with him. I know it's wrong, but it is more like a hug with him to me.

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