Child Abuse Story From Concrete Angel
by Concrete Angel
( Location Undisclosed)
My story starts when I was 7. My mom would beat my sister and I to the point where my sister had to go to the hospital and I had bruises for weeks. My mom and sister were never there to take care of us, so I took over the job of taking care of my brother and I. I knew how to do laundry, make dinner, made sure my brother did his homework and got to school, everything my mom was suppose to do and more. She would beat me non stop, and when she decided to take out her anger on my brother, I would not let her. I did everything to protect my brother from sweet talking and apologizing to wrapping myself around my brother and offering myself instead. I loved my brother and I wanted to make sure that nothing happened to him. I wanted him to grow up into a strong young man and know that he didn't have to go through anything I had to go through.
On my 8th birthday, my sister brought home a friend. I'll call him C. To my sister, he was just a friend, but to me, I saw him as a shield. He protected my brother and me from my mom when he was around. He was a friend, a father, and a hero all at once. I looked up to him.
A week after my 8th birthday, C decided to baby sit. It was the middle of the day and I had just put my brother down for a nap. I was watching TV in my mom's room because Collin was in the living room. He decided to come in and lay next to me. I smiled. He wrapped his arm around me. I cuddled. He then made his move and placed his hand down my pants. That's when my facial expression turned confused. I had no idea what he was doing. I told him to stop, but he didn't. He just continued. He soon had me on my back. By this time my shorts and underwear were off. I begged him to stop because I didn't know what he was going to do. He just told me, "You're fine. Your mom said it's okay" and then forced himself into me. I remember the pain. It hurt so bad, like someone splitting me in two. I cried, screamed, begged, but he just wouldn't stop. He just covered my mouth and continued. I tried to make him stop, but he'd just slap me. The thing I remember the most is the look in his eyes when I begged him to stop. I'll never forget that. I knew that I had no chance of making him stop, so after a while, I just stopped and let him take advantage of me. By the time he was done, I couldn't move because of how tired and sore I was. When he cleaned up, he told me, "You did good. You don't have to tell your mom. She knows. She's proud" and just smiled. The thing is, I believed him. I told no one. He continued to rape me every week after that, sometimes even multiple times a week. Each time it hurt even worse than before. Yet, I told no one. This went on for months, until one day, my mom told me he moved far away. I was so happy and relieved. I knew it was over. All the pain he made me go through. It was over. But the pain from my mother still continued until I was eleven and I moved in with my dad. The same thing happened to me when I was 14 and walking through a park, but the guy never actually succeeded, thanks to a guy who was able to stop him. I am so very thankful that someone was there to help.
I've gone through so much in my life. I blamed everything on me because it was the people that I really trusted that told me that everything was my fault. I'm 15 now and I still do blame myself in a lot of cases because I feel that I could have done something to stop it. I go through everyday wishing nothing ever happened and wonder how my life would be different if it didn't. I'm afraid that everything will happen all over again. I have trouble trusting people, especially guys. But the thing is, I'm blessed with a few really great friends that help me get through everyday. They stand by my side and want to help, no matter how stubborn I can be. They've done so much for me, and I didn't even ask for it. They've helped me open up and fight my past. I am just so very grateful that I have them.
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