Child Abuse Story From Emily F

by Emily F
(Devon, UK)

My tearful childhood:  
My mum had the bloke from 2 doors down round a lot after she and my dad split up. She was always in the pub with him, Bob, leaving me and my sister with the child-minder.

The weekend came, and my dad took us to my nans. I broke my heart to my great gran, who told my dad what I had said. He decided the answer was not to take us back for a while. He kept us for 8 weeks, until the police turned up because my mum wanted us returned. I was so sad because I wanted to stay with Daddy. That was the last time I saw my dad. My mum stopped access.

Bob from 2 doors down had moved in. He seemed just too nice. It was always, "Do you want a cuddle? You're such a special girl."

I got older and started asking questions. My mum just said she had never loved my dad and that she did not from the time I was born, so as a little girl, I thought it was my fault. Then she tried to poison me against him. She would call him "whale meat" and many horrible names. He was my daddy. I loved him very much. He was MY daddy, and she took him away from me. I will never forgive her for that.

Then when I was 10, I searched the house for my dad's phone number or address. Bingo. I found his mobile number in the back of the phonebook, so I called him. As a kid, I knew no better but to phone him off the house phone. I spoke to him and arranged for him to meet me off the train. At this stage, I was going to run away to live with my dad. You see, I had to call Bob "Dad," and he would hit me with a leather belt. I was so scared of him. I just needed my real dad. I knew he would not hurt me.

I was going to be meeting my dad on May 3rd, my 11th birthday, but on the 31st, the phone bill came in. My mum and Bob didn't recognise the number, so they went through the phonebook and saw whose number it was. They knew it would not have been my sister because she hates him. They knew it had to be me. As of that day, I never spoke to my dad. The phone number got burnt. I was heart-broken, fatherless, and there was nothing I could do about it.

Then bob started raping me. I realised when I was 18 I had to tell the police and put an end to it, and get on with my life. I have not seen my sister, Mum, Bob or any of the family from that day onwards.

When I was an adult, I left the county to find my dad, and luckily, found him within 48 hours. By that time, I was in a family of my own with a stepdaughter and partner. My dad took us in till we got our flat. He never wanted me staying at a bed and breakfast.

I will always hate my mum, because she took my dad from me for 14 years. Now she has taken my sister. I will fight and fight until I get her back, no matter what it takes.

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