Child Abuse Story From Emily S
by Emily S
(Jacksonville, Florida, USA)
My life as a teen—I was trafficked, raped and beaten by my stepdad:
My life has sucked. When I was living with my mom, my stepdad at nine put me on pills that could have killed me. Almost did. 14 to 18 pills a day. He raped me over 18 times, and then the pills. I would pass out and wake up with someone I didn't know on top of me.
They trafficked me for 3 years, they meaning my mom and stepdad. They beat me, but now I live with my dad. No one knows. They should be dead but I can't tell my family. Why ruin their life because my life was ruined.
I have nightmares. I don't sleep and don't feel alive. Sometimes I feel lost. I need to tell but can't do it. I know I'll be ok because I'm a survivor. I can live and I will with some help. But I can't keep living with it. It makes you feel sick to know he videotaped it. He made me watch to try to picture it as someone else, but you can't. You sit there, watching yourself cry, whispering, "Someone help me," but no one ever came. He laughed when I cried.
I need help still, but do not dare to ask now.
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