Child Abuse Story From Kez

by Kez
(Glasgow, Scotland)

I was 7 years old. Life was brilliant. I got on with my mum and thought it would always be me and her against the world. We were so happy, nothing could go wrong. Until she met a man and they started going out. She introduced me to him. Yeah, I thought he was nice. He treated my mum nice, and more importantly my mum was happy. I looked at him as my dad I always wanted. He stuck up for me when I got into fights.

One night I went to my bed and fell asleep. I woke up in darkness. Did I say I was scared of the dark? Well, I am. I couldn?t see anything. I looked beside me and there he was, my mum?s boyfriend lying in bed next to me. He said, "I am in here because I knew you would wake up and get scared in the dark." I didn't think anything of it. I just thought he was looking out for me again. Until I noticed he had no clothes on. Then he started to touch me up. I didn't know what was right or wrong, I was only 7 years old. But then I notice it was wrong! "Where is my mum?" I asked.

"In her bed sleeping" he said.

?I am going to sleep in my mum?s bed," I said, but he said I couldn?t so I just asked to go to the toilet. I tried every excuse to get away at least for one minute. I got back in the room and sat in my sister?s bed. My sister was staying out that night. He followed me into her bed. I was so scared. I just wanted my mum. The next morning I walked to the kitchen he just looked at me and winked.

Then another night I was in my mum?s bed sleeping. My mum was at my gran?s and he was looking after me again. He came up and took my jammies off. "What are you doing?" I asked.

"Nothing. This is our little secret, remember," he said with a big smile on his face. I was so scared I didn't know what to do.

The next day I pulled my mum aside and told her but she didn't believe me, so it happened again and again until I told my mum one day that he is starting to hurt me. She said sorry, she didn't understand what I was trying to say. At first she said the way I made it sound was that he smacked my bum for being bad. She confronted him I can remember hiding under my covers in my bed, cuddling into my sister at this time, until she came up the stairs and got me. I had to face him. He was crying and begging my mum to believe him. She told him to get out and she flung his stuff out the door and phoned the police. She was crying. I was starting to wonder if it was me that done wrong.

The police came out and asked me if I would talk to them. It was a man and woman. I was so scared that my mum asked the man to go round the corner and hide behind the door so I would tell my story. Then he came to the door one day and started saying that I was bad and I was going to jail. I?m sorry I cried to my mum. She told me everything is going to be ok now. I went through a lot the past couple of months. The police were always wanting to talk to me.

I am moving on now, and me and my mum are very close now but I will always see his face in my mind and I still see him walking about the streets but I just walk by him with my head held high.

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