Child Abuse Story From Kayla
by Kayla
(Iowa, USA)
My, were to begin? Well I've been abused since my parents signed the divorce papers. I'm the middle child in my family and I was "just like dad". That was the "reason" i was hit. the moment i knew that i had to tell someone is a few months after my dad remarried.
My mother aka "Baby-Maker" (Don't concider her my mom), was getting down from her high on meth (nothing new there). and i was there at the wrong time. My younger sister was with me and when S--- (my mother) looked at me with those threatning eyes i told my younger sister to run to her room and lock the door. i couldn't let my sister get hurt!
S--- stood up from her couch and threw a beer bottle at me. i missed it but a piece of glass bounced from the wall and cut my arm. I ran to get to my older sister who was outside at the time but S--- grabbed me by my hair and threw me down.
I tried not to scream (she liked it when i did that), my lips bled because i was bitting them so hard. S--- was smart to only hit areas that people would not see all the time. She made me take off my shirt and laid her favorite weapon across my back, her belt.
I counted the numbers of lashes i recieved 1, 2, and it ended with 39.
S--- blew all of her anger and energy on me, so she passed out on the couch. not before she slapped me. I never knew the meaning of motherly love before my step-mom came in the picture. My step-mom was the one to get me out of that situation. Thank who ever you believe that she came into my life.
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