Child Abuse Story From Jenny1

by Jenny
(Canada)

I know that my story isn't nearly as bad as anyone else's on here, but I still am going to share...

I guess it all started when my mother died when I had just turned 13. My mother was my everything. She loved me for who I was, not what I wasn't. She was always there. She protected me when my father would yell and scream. After she died, I was alone with my father and my brother.

My dad would yell at my brother. He would tell us everything was our fault, that he didn't want us in the first place, that they only got us in the first place because my mom always dreamed about having kids. He blamed her death on us. He complained about his problems in life. He broke our things: my guitar, hockey sticks that belonged to my brother and me, and other things I can't really remember. It stayed like this for awhile. When I ran away, my dad promised he would stop. I believed him.

But I am going to back up a little...while my dad was emotionally, mentally, and verbally abusing my brother and me, I was online, talking to this pedophile. At first, of course, I did not know he was a pedophile. He treated me like a princess and let me vent my feelings about my father and my life. He never once complained. I grew to trust him. THEN, I found out about his real identity.

Back to my dad...of course he did not keep his promise. Things got worse. He would threaten me and my brother. When I tried to run away again, he grabbed me by my hood, held me up against the wall, then threw me to the ground. He was pretty much choking me. Then my brother walked around the corner. My dad got off me. I stood up and ran out the door. I was running away yelling, "I am never coming back."

That night, I met a social worker, my brother and his girlfriend at Tim Hortons, a coffee and donut restaurant. We called my dad's best friend. He forced my dad to go on pills. After that, the abuse slowed down, but my brother moved out.

Back to the pedophile...I made a few mistakes. He knew where I lived, and all my secrets about my father. He controlled me. He would make me stay up all night doing things I did not want to do. He would make me take alcohol bottles from my dad. One time, I wanted to show this guy how I felt and how I wanted out, so I went on webcam cutting myself. He told me to stop that. He told me he cared about me a lot, and that I was different from any other girl he had ever talked to before. He said I was the most beautiful girl he ever saw. He said pretty much any compliment you can think of. After awhile, he started talking about how he was coming soon to get me. He told me in detail what he was going to do to me. I was terrified. I was alone. I had no one to tell except my best friend, but she couldn't do anything besides be supportive of me. He told me if I went to the cops, he would take me for weeks and weeks and rape me nonstop, and when he was tired he would get his friends to rape me too. Of course I kept this a secret.

At school, kids would tease me nonstop. At home, my dad was still spazzing. I didn't even have my brother anymore. I was so alone and scared. The place I felt safest was online, talking to him, the pedophile.

If I wasn't up and talking to him, I was up and terrified. I barely slept. My dad eventually noticed changes in me and wondered why. He took me to the doctor. I was suffering from a type of depression. My dad did not want me going on pills for this. He just said I will get over it.

Then a few weeks after that, I went to my friend's grandparents' house. I was happy to get a weekend away from everything. But when I got there, it wasn't even close to fun. Her grandpa had porn everywhere. He was showing us tapes. When my friend left the room, he started touching me. I backed up and left to go find my friend. The next morning, I called my dad and told him I wanted to come home. I felt really sick. Then, when I got back home, the pedophile showed me videos of him raping other girls.

For me, life was going nowhere. The date the pedophile said he was coming was getting closer. My dad was always yelling at me, and I was always getting picked on. But I just dealt one day at a time.

But after the one year mark of my mother's death, the home abuse was almost no more and the pedophile never did show. Apparently his plans got messed up. And since life was slowly getting better, I was slowly building the courage to tell about this creep online.

Right before this past March break, I put in a guidance slip so I could have all of March break to think if I was going to tell or not.

In the end, I obviously spoke up. The police did an investigation. They found out where he lived and found out information I cannot share. I am now in two types of counselling. I am soon to be going on pills. And I am safe at home, school, and online. I haven't spoken to the pedophile in months, and I am proud of everything I have done in the past year and a half.

Today I am only 14 years old, soon to be 15. My dad and I are trying to build a good relationship, and my brother and I are really close.

I hope if anyone who reads this is being harassed online speaks up, because in the end you will win, not the blackmailer, or pedophile.

Thank you for reading!

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