Child Abuse Story From Kate2

by Kate
(Location Undisclosed)

I still remember the first time he hit me. I was six. My dad was completely sober. See, my mom has a very demanding job, and she was often (and still is) out of town. It was a Tuesday afternoon in April. My older sister was at basketball practice. My younger sister was asleep in the room downstairs. Daddy found me in my room after school. He was angry. He started yelling. And I was scared. I cried for my mother. He just started hitting me. He never hit my face. Not once. Just my chest and my ribs and my stomach. When he could not possibly hit me anymore, he left me. I sat crying in my room. At six years old I knew he wasn't supposed to hurt me like that. But he came back and he told me that if I told anyone, he would hurt my mom and sisters. Maybe not all at the same time, but he would hurt someone. So I kept quiet.

It became frequent. He hit me almost every time we were alone. Never did he hit my face, and he adjusted where he hurt me so that no one could see. In the summer he hit me only where my swim suit covered. I never wore a two-piece. After about a year of this he started to do other things. He would cut me with a pair of scissors. He would burn the bottoms of my feet and other places. He would mix acid and glue and pour it on my skin.

When I was nine he started to go further. He would pull down his pants and have me massage him. Then he would "tickle" me in my privates. Sadly I thought nothing of it. He just told me he was showing how much he loved me. He made me kiss him. He kissed me. Then one day he raped me. It happened three times over a course of five months. The abuse continued, and the molesting continued, but he stopped raping me.

Five years later he has started again. Last week he came in my room every night. He does it after the rest of my family is asleep. He still hits me. He burns me. He cuts me. He tells me things that he shouldn't.

I have been hiding this from my family. Nobody else knows, except for two of my closest friends who have gone through the same thing and have promised not to tell anyone. I'm so tired of being afraid of him. Of being used. I wish I could get out of it. Out of everything, but I know that he will just hurt someone else. I'd rather he hurt me than any other family member.

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