Child Abuse Story From Claire

by Claire
(Location Undisclosed)

Forced into Prostitution: 
My name is Claire. I'm currently 19. I have a 4 year old son named Emmett.

I was only 14 for the first few weeks I was pregnant with him. I believe that he was delivered 7-8 months after my 15th birthday.

I still don't know who Emmett's biological father is. I can't even count how many men I've had sex with. Sometimes I think it may even be a hundred.

I didn't know I was pregnant until I realized that I was missing my periods and gaining weight.

I never told anyone about the pregnancy. Therefore, I never got to have an abortion.

My dad didn't know until my slim belly was really getting bigger.

Despite my pregnancy, my pimp (my dad) still forced me to pleasure his clients.

It all started out when I was very young. My dad has been "playing games" with me as long as I can remember.

When I was about 8, my dad convinced me that I was getting older and that I was now allowed to "play games with other guys".

He'd invite two or three older men to come over and watch football as I s**ked their d***s.

When I got to be 11, it wasn't just s**king d***s during a football game. It started to get worse. Way worse.

At this point, I started to realize that I was in danger. Despite that, I was scared. I wanted to run away, but I didn't dare to because I knew what would be have to be done if I did.

Luckily, I did have protection. I was on birth control and the men were wearing condoms. It didn't matter to me. It was still extremely painful.

My dad is my pimp. He'd sell me to older men for their own sexual entertainment. The brutal beatings made me think of myself as not only a sex toy, but also a useless punching bag.

When I was 14, the rapes got more longer and painful. I was staying up longer. More men started coming to get me. Instead of ignoring me as I cried in pain, they laughed.

They called me names. They beat me. Burnt me with cigarettes.

Being laughed at while in pain is worse than being ignored.

To me, it's the most terrible, humiliating feeling. It makes me angry. It makes me feel like nothing. I'm just a pile of s**t.

I'm a slut. I'm a whore. I'm a low-life prostitute.

Where was mom in this situation? Sitting around and doing nothing. She didn't care. Even when she knew it was happening in the other room. She did absolutely nothing.

To make a long story short, I've never done anything about it. I got the sh**tiest grades in school. Although I sound educated, I'm not. I didn't learn how to read or write until the 7th grade.

I love my wonderful language arts teacher, Ms E for teaching me how to read & write.

Although she suspected I was having issues, I never told her about the touching. I told her a big fat lie. I told her that my parents were getting divorced.

I didn't have any outside scars then to prove the abuse.

Thanks for reading my story.

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