Child Abuse Story From Brieanna

by Brieanna
(California, USA)

Every day it seems things get harder. I am a victim of physical, sexual and verbal abuse. For years and years the only memories I have are of the monster I call my father. He stole so much from me. It changed me. I don't know if it's for the better or the worse.

Since I was born my dad had to be superior over his 7 children. He hurt us all so badly. I have 17 deep small scars on my lower back from my fathers belt buckle. When I was 6 years old he killed my brother and covered it up as a suicide. My parents were in the middle of a divorce at this time. My dad already had a new wife lined up. The day he and my mother divorced he married Terry. He did really good for a little while. I thought that maybe he truly had changed, until the day I came home from school and he told me to grab my ankles. He kicked me so hard that I hit the bookshelf at the end of our hall so hard I cut my eye.

Things only got worse from there.

He asked me if I wanted ice cream and I said sure. He made it a point to just take me and not my brother or step-sister. On our way to get ice cram he asked if he could see my privates. I said no. He said he created it he should be able to look at it. I got really scared after that. I knew what he was capable of—murder—and I would rather go through all the pain than die and leave my brother to take my place. My dad had me so scared of him that that was his advantage. He could get me to do anything because of my fear.

A couple weeks after the first incident he took me swimming and took pictures of me in my underwear in the water. Then he and my stepmom broke up. I was scared beyond belief. I didn't know what would happen. Then he just drank a lot for about 2 years and it was back to hitting us. I would rather take a beating then have to see his disgusting eyes looking at me.

When I was 13 he took me driving one day outa the blue. We started driving and I knew there was a catch. It was 10 miles into me driving. My dad told me to take off my shirt. Every time I messed up or went over the line I had to take off my clothes. Before I knew it I was driving down the highway completely naked and humiliated. He then let me put my shirt on so the cops wouldn't think anything suspicious. I wanted to crawl outa my skin. I couldn't stand what he turned me into. It was killing me inside. I couldn't eat. I couldn't sleep.

A month after that I accidentally broke my sister's window in her truck. My dad said that I had to pay for it. He wanted me to dance for him. So I did. Then he wanted me to put a skirt on, so I did. Then he wanted me to put my mom's thong on, so I did. I was so scared. Then he started to take pictures. Before I knew it I was completely naked and he had 2 cameras on the floor. Then my brother walked in when my dad was posing me. He looked like he saw a ghost. I never felt so ashamed. Then my dad took me to the store and bought me something, like he always did when he knew he crossed a line. I couldn't believe what just happened. I was no longer a happy teenage young lady. I was dead inside.

I went to my sister's and called the cops. They arrested my dad on DUI (drunk under the influence) when he came looking for me, then they got a search warrant for his house where they found two and a half rolls of pictures of my naked body. When I went to court later I found out that everyone had seen me and every part of me. I was so humiliated when I had to give my victim's impact statement. My dad got two 2.5 consecutive years. He has been in for 4 and he goes up for parole in July. I have a feeling that when he gets out he will look for me and his intentions won't be pictures this time.

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