Child Abuse Story From Kate

by Kate
(Chicago, Illinois, USA)

I'm 12 years old. I live in Chicago with my six cats and two sisters and mom. When I was little, I always thought that my dad would never do what he did, never thought that he would ruin my life. When I was 10, in the fifth grade, my dad cheated on my mom, not with girlfriends, but with prostitutes. My mom forced him to go to therapy, with a woman who took his side. Then, he continued to do it, but me and my sisters at the time had no idea what was going on.

One time, my sister wrote out a contract, that he could never do the bad things again. Three days later, he broke the contract and my sister ripped it up.

A week before Christmas, my dad dragged me to his grandparents' house, against my will, to go see "A Christmas Carol". I told them that I didn't want to go, and kept on refusing. "I was like ten, so what do you expect?" After a half hour of saying no, they began to yell at me. Some quotes include:

"You're selfish and sick!"
"You'll never amount to anything."
"If someone doesn't say the most positive things in the world to you, you'll fall down crying."

They continued to do this, until my dad called my mom and called her a **** and *********. Then, I was allowed to go home, and they told me to go to my cousin's birthday, and I agreed.

The B-Day went by without incident.

Then, at Christmas, everything seemed normal. I was in the backyard, and there were a MILLION ducks. I went inside to get duck feed from my grandfather, and found him in the bathroom. He was holding my sister's her favorite doll, over the toilet, threatening to flush him down, something that my sister has nightmares about. She was cowering in the corner, bawling. When I asked him what was happening, he pushed me down and said, "NOT ANOTHER WORD!" Terrified and confused, I ran outside and cried underneath a pine tree. Eventually, I returned inside to aid my sister, when I saw them forcing her into their bedroom, and screaming at her. Then, they came for me. They began to yell and scream, and I had no idea why. I told them to shut up, even though my dad told me never to say that to authority. They then grabbed me by my arms, and dragged me into our room. They threw mw onto the bad and began attacking me with questions.

"What did your dad do to your mom?"
"You should never love your mom again."

Then, they left me alone, and I noticed my sister sneaking out. She was halfway out the door and they grabbed her phone and slapped her. Then they called my mom and called her a ****, a ********, a******, and many other swears that I never knew before. I was taken home, without self-esteem.

The next summer, my father got a court order, to force us to go to South Carolina with them. If my mom rescued, she would be arrested, so we had to go. On the second day, out of five, my dad said I could sleep in. A few minutes later, my grandfather came in and told me to get up. He said that I had to go into the pool or go to the beach, and not to lay in bed. I became angry, and told him he was not my father. He stared screaming at me, so I fled upstairs, and hid in the bathroom for an hour. Suddenly, there was a knock at the locked door, ordering me to get out. I tried to sneak into another room. I was scared out of my mind. Then my GF charged up at be, pinned me against the wall, and nearly punched me in the jaw, if I hadn't scrambled away. I ran downstairs, to find six of the ten adults chasing me. They pinned me in the corner of the room, and they slapped me to the ground.

Another time, I was forced to go to a water park with my dad. The first day went without incident, but when we awoke, the GM and GF were strangling in the room!! Scary...they made us act like it was all normal...OMG!!
When we returned home, my mom was bringing out our bags, when he got out and severely twisted her arm. He then drove off to the cops, and told them that she as choking him. He denies this ever happened, and that my mom was choking him. SCARY. I still have nightmares about it.

One time, my dad tried to break into our house, and I had to beat him with a broom to keep him from grabbing me. He does not do drugs and never drinks so he was sober when doing this. One New Years Eve, my dad broke in again, and wouldn't leave.

This Christmas, he got ANOTHER COURT ORDER FOR ME TO SEE MY GRANDPARENTS. He drove us there, and I refused to go inside. He took my sister in, and then beat me up. I tried to run away, but he kept grabbing me. He also purposely blocked my carotid artery, so my brain wouldn't get blood. He also flipped me upside down, and I fell to the ground. Then the police were called, and they blamed me. My dad took me home, at their orders, and began discussing American history. American history? He then told me that I was a liar, and owed him.

My mom is a really good woman, and has tried to help us in every situation. My dad is suing for sole custody, and my cat just died. My third sister is dead!!!!! Now, all I think about is death, sweet blissful death. I constantly utter "kill me" or "murder me" in soft whispers when I'm alone. My aunt has cancer, my grandmother seizures, and I'm failing school. I still have bruises from the Christmas attack, four months later.
Kate, nearing her thirteenth birthday

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