Child Abuse Story From Brandy

by Brandy
(Pennsylvania, USA)

My abuse started when I was in 4th grade by my dad. My mom and dad had split up and i was forced to go with my dad on weekends. He is a truck driver so we would sleep in hotels in the area. Thats where it first started in the Days Inn. I was sound a sleep and then i woke up with him on top of me naked shoving his penis in my mouth but i keep my lips closed tight and then ran into the bathroom crying i didnt know what to do and my older sister was sleeping at the time. Then every weekend he would make me give him a hand job. I remember him telling me he would do it with my sister and not me but she would tell our mom. I tryed telling my sister but she called me a liar so i thought if she didnt believe me no one would so i never told anyone except for my cousin years ago but she didnt believe me either. So i just gave up and still keep it a secert from everyone. I havent seen my father since 7 years which iam glad because since iam 19 now i think i would kill him because i still think about it all the time and i think its because no one knows why i hate my father so much. When his name is mentioned i just say that i wish his liver would shut down from all the drinking and walk away!