Child Abuse Story From Giorgia
by Giorgia
(England, United Kingdom)
I'm 15. I live with my mum, dad, lil brother and sister. I have never really had a good memory, but I always remember every beating that I got.
A year ago we moved to a new area, only this time we had neighbours. We never lived in a detached house before. My mum didn't want us making too much noise in case of what next door would have thought of us. But one night, me and my mum was arguing. I can't really remember why we was, all I can remember was being in my room praying to god to calm my mum down or I was somewhere else. I got under my covers so at least when she would hit me it wouldn't hurt as much, but she pulled the sheets of me and started slapping me all over my face. She dragged me on the floor and ripped my pajama top and then one last slap got me in the eye. She stopped after that and told me to get to bed. My face was so sore, and when I woke up for school the next day my eye that she slapped was really swollen and bloodshot. I came down for my coat and she just said to me, "I never done that." I told her she did, and she made me swear not to tell the school. No teacher really asked me how I got it except one. He asked me if I had been fighting with another girl. I replied, "Yes."
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