Child Abuse Story From Chelsea K

by Chelsea
(Ohio, USA)

I've lived with my grandparents most of my life, on and off. My mom would come get me, then send me back when I wasn't wanted around anymore. I never knew my real father. My mom was a crack addict and she exposed it to me and my little brother for years. People in and out of our house. My grandma and grandpa tried keeping us for the most part because they knew what was going on. We had welts and bruises all over our bodies from her abusive boyfriends.

I remember when I was 5 and my little brother L was 4. My mom had a boyfriend named J. He locked me and L up in our rooms for hours. He would get belts and string them across the hallway from our door knobs so if we tried getting out it would be impossible. We weren't allowed to use the restroom, and my mom was locked up in jail at the time. We weren't fed properly, which made me and L skinny. Not healthy for being little kids.

Drugs were always put before us. So I moved in with my grandma and gramp when I was 5. But my little brother was left with my mom because my grandparents couldn't take on 2 children. They were too old. Which disappoints me. He could have been raised better if he was with them also. I lived with them all the way up to age 13. Until one day after school, there was a message on the answering machine. It was from a man who was my biological father. I had never met him once in my life. And never planned on it either. I had a pure hate for him. And it made me even more mad when I heard his voice on the machine. I called my grandma at work and she came home shortly after. It was over custody. And I was taken from my grandma and grandpa and was shipped to a city in Ohio to live with him. I wasn't happy. I didn't know anyone and I missed the ones that raised me. And he definitely wasn't one of them. I found out that I had 3 sisters and two step brothers. 2 sisters were my real ones. Others were his wives kids.

I was a good kid. I didn't do drugs. Didn't smoke or drink alcohol. Nor have sex. Until I moved in with him. He had me growing weed up in my bedroom for it. He had boys 3 to 4 years older than me over at the house every day. And that's where I met my first boyfriend. But he was only 2 years older than me. He was exactly like me. Raised by his grandparents and abused as a child. He was shy and very polite. We were friends at first. But it became so much more. I didn't kiss him until we dated for 4 months. And I didn't hug him much either. My dad encouraged us to have sex. But I didn't want to. And I wanted to be put on birth control if I ever decided to in the future.

February 24 is the day I lost my virginity. I was 14 turning 15 in about 5 more days. We were dating for a year by then. And we both didn't like it the first time anyways.

I was dealing drugs for my dad. But I never did them. He always asked me if I wanted to smoke pot with him, but I passed. He had parts all the time. Drinking and drugs. I never did either of them. I got drunk for the first time on New Years. And hated it. I smoked pot for the first time on my birthday. Hated it. I went downhill about a month later.

I started smoking cigarettes, smoked pot again and drank at least every weekend. And may I point out that my dad was a horrible alcoholic. He would drink a 30 pack a day. And want more after. I was having sex just about every day. But with the same guy, my boyfriend. I've had about 3 pregnancy scares with him too. 1 miscarriage from drug usage. About a year and a half into my relationship, my dad made me stop seeing him. He had turned 18. And my dad thought I needed a cooler boyfriend. But I didn't want another one. I told my dad he was insane and that I loved my boyfriend. But telling a drunk he's insane is the wrong thing to do. He back handed me clear across my face. My dad is 6'4 and weighs about 240 lb. He's a big guy. He ripped my lip open from my lip rings. He gave me a bloody nose and bruised my cheek bone. I got up right after he hit me, spit in his face and told him I hated him. He grabbed me by the throat and held me against the wall. His wife tried interfering but I accidentally punched her in the nose so she hit me back. But that was a mistake. I meant to hit my dad. I'm not sure, but I think my dad blacked out when he choked me. He has no memory of doing that to me, or so he says. After I got away from him, I tried running out the door away from him, but he picked me clear up off the ground and slammed me back on the floor. My knees hit the floor so hard it left a hole. He busted my lip open again and kept trying to get a hold of my lip rigs and actually pull them out of my lip. I had 3 lip rings all together. He managed to get one out. He had broken my nose when he back handed me. He smashed my cell phone so I couldn't call the cops and he unplugged the house phone so I couldn't call 911. He imprisoned me, just so I couldn't see my boyfriend. Still to this day, I have no idea if my boyfriend did anything to make my dad mad.

But I never left him. I'd sneak around after school to see him. I'd have him meet me places. I made him get a new phone number so my dad wouldn't recognize it. I couldn't let this boy go. But my dad eventually found out I never left him and beat me up for the second time. But that time, I got to a phone. I called 911 and a cop came out to the house. But that didn't help me at all. My dad planted drugs on me. He told them the plants in my room were mine. And he told them I was having sex with an 18-year-old. So I got charged with all of it. And I was called a manipulator and my boyfriend was put in jail for a rape charge. My dad was determined to ruin my life. And my boyfriend's too.

There were at least 54 more times I was beaten up by my dad. I never got the help I needed for about 3 more months. I was taken out of there by court order after I went to my child court date and the judge seen how much pain I was in. And my dad made a complete fool of himself in the court room. I was placed back with my grandma and grandpa. I still dated my boyfriend for about 2 more months. But I didn't want any contact with my dad and I didn't want any harm to come to my boyfriend. So we decided to break up. But we stayed friends. For a week. He wanted me back. But I was trying to move on and find someone where I lived. He couldn't except it. So I stopped talking to him. I wonder if him and me would still be together if my dad wouldn't have never did what he did. We wanted to be together so badly. It tore us apart. He didn't want me gone. But I had no choice. I missed him. We dated for almost 3 years. That means a lot to younger teens. Most teens don't last that long. But I think he was my guardian angel. He watched over me when I needed somebody the most. He was there for me every day. There isn't a day I don't think about him helping me through those hard times. I wouldn't go back.

I wish things would have turned out better. My dad had nothing to do with me for 13 years. And then decided he wanted me. That's wrong. He took me from the only people I knew. My loved ones. And didn't let me see them. Took me from them. I know it tore them apart to see me just walk away from them. And I'm sorry. My dad doesn't deserved to be a father. He has grandchildren and he shouldn't be allowed to see them either.

I'm 16 years old now. I'm a pregnant teen. I'm in a steady relationship. I found love again. And I'm about to have my first child. Yes I'm young. And I have a lot of growing up to do. But I'm going to make this baby's life 100xs better than mine ever was. He deserves it. And my father will NEVER touch my child. Nor speak to me or any of my family. He ruined my life. I think I should ruin his by not being a part of him. It's his loss. I'm a great kid. He tried destroying me. But I found hope and I'm actually starting to walk down the right path. Nobody is going to stand in my way. That's my abuse story. And I hope this opens a lot of peoples' eyes. My story is mild compared to other children in this world.

Chelsea K Age 16

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