Child Abuse Story From Danielle

by Danielle
(Fort Worth, Texas, USA)

I was four years old the first time my dad beat me. He got mad because I broke a toy of mine. I can remember him yelling "Are you stupid??" Do you not appreciate things?". From that day on he thought it was necessary to beat me constantly. My mom and him were split up. I never told my mom about it though. Both of my parents were on drugs at the time so I didn't think she would care.

After I turned about 8, my mom went to prison, leaving me with my dad. So for four years my dad, and sometimes even his friends, beat me. He even started to sell me for drugs. He was good about not leaving visible bruises, so when I went to school no one asked questions. I told no one except for a few friends who were also going through similar things.

When my mom got out of prison my dad would not allow me to go live with her. He said if I told he would kill her. So I kept it mostly to myself. But the year I turned 14 I told one of my best guy friends. He said that he would have never guessed that was going on. And he asked if I needed help. I said no, and told him I could take care of myself.

Then one day during the summer, my dad beat me very badly with a pipe. He broke 3 of my ribs. My back split open and was bleeding really bad. After he was done and went to sleep, I left and went to my friend's house. When he opened the door he quickly got me in and told me I would be ok. Him and his brother took me to the hospital. I still lied for my dad, but my friend said that I could come live with him, so I did.

My dad came for me once, but my friend told him that I wasn't going anywhere, so he left. That easily. I couldn't believe it. All those years, and it was that simple.

I'm still living with my friend and have been doing well ever since I left my dad. I'm 15 and a straight A student.