Child Abuse Story From Faith

by Faith
(Lufkin, Texas, USA)

My childhood was somewhat saved...my mom raised 5 girls by herself. She is one of the strongest people I know...when I was born my mom had already had three lil girls. I'm second to the youngest...my dad was our abuser...I remember bits 'and pieces, but my mom and my older sisters tell me the story.

The abuse started when my mom married my dad and they were on their "honeymoon". That night my mom was waiting for my dad in the hotel, but he was taking a long time to do whatever he said he was going to do, so my mom went to check on him. She found him in another room with another woman. My mom was so furious with him and yelled at him and he took her into their room and for the first time beat her and told her it was her fault for being nosey. That night my mom realized that the rest of her life was gonna be hell...she didn't want children knowing the way he was...but my dad would force her to have sex and get pregnant...he wanted 5 children.

My mom gave birth to five girls. We all lived in a very lil trailer on a ranch. Me and my sisters stayed in one room, my parents in the other.

I remember my dad coming home one late night, stumbling. He was drunk. He told my mom to get up and cook him something, so she did. When she took the pan to the table, my dad grabbed the pan and hit her in the face. Me and my lil sister were on the couch, crying. My older sisters tried to take us out of the room, but my dad made us all stay to watch him beat my mom. My oldest sister was 15 at the time. She tried to help my mom, but my dad slammed her face against the fridge and broke her wrist. He would make us bring him belts and shoes, that way he could beat them with it. After that happened, the next morning my sister talked to all of us and told not to talk about it in school. We didn't.

One night when my dad came home drunk and high, he came to our room and started rubbing me and my lil sis. We started to cry and woke up my older sisters. They saw what he was doing, and tried to help, but dad slammed my oldest sister down on the bed and said, "You think you can save everybody?" He raped her in front of all of us. I was only five and my lil sister four.

The next night, my older sister called us all to the room. She had a plan. She told us she didn't want our dad to hurt us anymore. That night when my dad came home, he started a fight with my mom. Like always, he was beating her so bad. I hated to see my mom like that. She did everything for us and my dad...my dad made us all kneel down and watch him beat my mom with the phone...he finally noticed that my oldest sister wasn't there. Before he knew, the cops were there. We had set him up. My mom took that beating so that my sister could sneak out the window and call the cops. I remember about 5 cops trying to handcuff him.

The next month we went to court. They sentenced my dad to 50 years for 5 sexual assaults with a child, 1 rape charge and domestic abuse. He was also charged for other crimes on top of that. That happened when I was 5.

I'm 23 now. I haven't seen my father since. I live a good life, and so do my other sisters, except my oldest. But I pray for her...I understand why.

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