Child Abuse Story From Joanne

by Joanne
(Connecticut, USA)

It was freshmen year. I liked this boy and he liked me. I was a good girl. Good grades, good judgment. One evening I walked to the corner store. The guy who I had been hooking up with and crushing on was there. It was dark so he told me he would walk me home. We stopped to talk and went inside a driveway for privacy. Not to have sex or kiss but simply to talk. My dad came down the hill looking for me and then he saw me and the guy hugging. The guy stepped back and hell broke loose. My dad grabbed me by my long hair and started punching me in the head and face. I could see white sparkles in my eye. I got away and ran to the front door. I locked it and he began to pound on the door. I opened it and my younger sister who was five was there. My father smacked me until blood came out of my nose and mouth. The blood splattered on the white walls. I was crying. He took the belt and whipped me, calling me a bitch and hoe. He grabbed me by the hair once more and pulled. He continued smacking me and told my sister to go upstairs. He called my mom, who wasn't home, and told her he found me kissing a boy. That...liar. I hate him. Three years later we are still not talking.

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