Child Abuse Story From Hector L

by Hector L
(Florida, USA)

I was born in Puerto Rico,my mom and dad divorced when I was just 5 years old. After the divorce dad moved to the united states lived in new York city. Where he met my stepmother I---. she had only one child named M-- he was raised by his grandmother. when she knew that dad had kids she told my dad that she want it to raise kids been that she could not have anymore children and her only son was raise by her mother. she told dad to take my sister and I away from our mom to come live with them. so dad took mom to court and been that we live in such poor conditions the judge thought that our best interest was to live with our father. after the court decided our fate my dad went directly to my mom's house with police officers to take us away from our beloved mother. yes we lived poor but we were not abuse in any way. I remember when the officer tried to pull me off my moms legs I held them so tight crying begging my mom not to let them take me away. mom fought to keep us my sister and I but there was nothing mom could do to prevent it. we were carried to a cab going to the airport to new York city and as the cab drove away I clearly remember seen my mother on her knees screaming crying and that was the last time I saw of our mom. mind you later in years I learned that the judge told dad that we would go live with him but that he is to pay for us to go visit our mom every year during the summer breaks. I just saw my mom at the age of 35 since the day they pulled us apart. well guess what he never kept that promise to the judge. on the way to the airport while we wept dad promised us a good life all kinds of empty promises that is till we got to our new home and met our stepmother I---. that's when the nightmare started my dad worked 2 jobs at first dad did not know of the abuse that was taking place unlike normal children would get punish by been sent to their rooms or even a spanking on the buttocks we would get tortured with extension cords pilled back exposing the wires before striking us where ever the cord landed is where you got hit. or if we got caught lying she would grab a scaple an tell us to open our mouths so that she can grab our tongue an gently slice our tongues. if we took anything with out permission even if it was taking a cookie with out asking her first. she would have us put our hands down on the kitchen table and strike us with a meat clever on top of our hands an break bones like my right hand pinky is broken In 2 places do to the meat clever. or she would put rice on the floor and make us kneel on the rice holding heavy books with our arms extended and if our arms go down from been tired she would whip us with the extension cord or she would lock us up in our bedroom in the dark with no food and only sometimes when she remember she would bring us a wet rag so that we would stay some what hydrated or if we urinated on our clothes she would put hot peppers in the hole on our privates to teach us a lesson or when she would help us with the homework she would keep a big metal soup spoon in her hands and for every wrong answer we got she would hit us on our heads with it until our heads were covered in lumps and if it wasn't physical abuse it was mental abuse she would say things like you would not amount to nothing you will always be a loser an cursing in between of course. or say I hope you die in your sleep one day when I was about 10 years on a sunday morning she ask me to get ready for church an I asked if I please could stay home and that's when she commence to beat me with everything she had I started to scream from the pain she was inflicting and it seems that the louder I screamed the more mad she was getting till she eventually took her high hill off her feet and stroke me on the head with it so hard that I passed out. when I regain consciousness I found my self in the tub bleeding out my face was cover in blood and I was starting to fill cold from so much blood I had lost. she knew she could not stop the bleeding even by stuffing the hole in my head with cotton balls from the high hill she impale into my head she then told me and my sister that if we told any one of the incident she would cut our throats in our sleep. so we would not there tell no one she made sure to install the devils fear in us. when I arrived at the union hospital in Bronx New York the doctors knew that this was an abuse case when they patch my head an skin graft the doctors job was to report abuse if they though that was the case hours later I was in the hospital bed when an officer and a social worker showed up at the hospital to question me on what had happened I reply that my sister and I got into a fight and she hit me with the high hill. I was told by the doctor that there was no way that my sister would have that kind of strength to impale me with the hill and break through the cranial and been centimeters away from the brain. but we stock with our story in fear that they may find out the truth I thought if they find out the truth my sister and I will get our throats cut. this abuse went on for years then they decided to live in Mexico where I--- is from there we started to experience a new form of abuse added to the physical and mental abuse came the sex abuse my step brother and step uncle would take turns tying us down. they would tie me down while they both rape my sister and make me watch or tie her down while they raped me and she would watch. this went on for 2 years before we came back to America upon our arrival I found out that my sister was pregnant by M-- the step brother or R-- the step uncle. when my parents notice my sister's stomach growing in size they new that she was pregnant she got the beating of her life and there was nothing I could do to help her I was to scare to do anything. that's when I decided to do something about it and told a member of the church what was going on and how I was so scared for my nephew. Did not want him to be abuse like us so the church member gave me a phone number to call 3 months passed and she got beat again this time she held her stomach from the pain. that is when I said no more and called the number within the hour 2 police officers an a social worker were at my door my dad answer the door 2 hours before their arrival I was just been beating harshly by my dad he beat me like a men my left eye was shut closed had bruises all over my body. when the officers knock on the door dad open and they came in looking for me there they found me in my bed room in a fetus position crying from the pain and hurt I had enough my body was worn out from the abuse my spirit was tired of the mental abuse. They got me out of there and to the hospital my sister was spending the weekend at my aunts house so they went and got her there. my parents got arrested that day and we were placed in foster homes where my sister had her newborn son E--- my nephew. there is lots more to my story this was just a sneak peak to my abused childhood.