Child Abuse Story From Jon

by Jon
(Boston, Massacheusetts, USA)

My mother has health problems and would get into many fights with my father. She wasn't even close to being strong enough to defend herself, and when he would hit her I couldn't sit to watch it. I would try, even at the age of 8, to pull him off of her and hit him and get him away from her. This would get me beat to the floor for hours.

I've run away at least 10 times from my house. Each time, I was chased by my father, who grabbed me by the wrist and dragged me home. I would have bruises and cuts appearing everywhere. and when I would go to school I would be questioned. The only story I knew was that I fell off my bike, so I would say that every time. After a while, it became obvious that I was making it up. My dad would get a call from the school, make up a better lie, then beat me up for almost getting him caught.

I've had DSS come to my house multiple times, as well as the police from hearing my loud screams and crying from the abuse. I've had my head slammed against a wall, I've been locked in the bathroom all night to try and protect myself. I would have to go to school in pain and lie to all my friends about what had happened.

A kid I hate lived downstairs from me, and told everyone they heard screams coming from my house. I was looked at in a whole different way. I've been beat up right in front of my mother who, try as she might, was basically helpless and couldn't help me. Sometimes, she would abuse me too. I was so young, I don't even remember the age, my mother was drinking a bottle of vodka. I came in to show her the drawing I had made in school. She shoved me into the bookcase, which fell right on top of me and I sprained my ankle.

One night, my dad had been beating me up for hours, then he left to go continue beating up my sister. Every time he would leave, I would run out behind him and try to stop him, and he would do it again. He went crazy and punched my turtle tank. The water spilled all over my floor with the moss and turtle as well. I went to get my turtle so she wouldn't step on a piece of glass, when I stepped on it myself. I had to clean that mess up that night. I was up all night long cleaning it up and I would get screamed at and threatened if my crying could be heard. The next day, I had to go to school and fake like everything was okay.

I'm 14 now, and it still affects me. When I hear or see anything about child abuse, I feel like I'm going to cry. For maybe the past year or so, this has stopped since my parents have stopped drinking. My mother had to stop because she was on her death bed due to its affects on her liver.

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