Child Abuse Story From Kylea

by Kylea
(South Korea)

I can remember when my parents gave me away but it was after my 7th birthday. We were living in South Korea and my father was working at an Air Force Base. However he lost his job because he was always late from drinking. After that things just got worst and my mom was having a hard time feeding us.

One day my father took me for a walk. We walked all day and we finally got to a really nice house. When we went in there were lots of staff walking around. My father went in to a room to meet with a man sitting at a large desk. The doors close. It felt like forever and the doors opened and the man that was sitting behind the desk came out. I did not see my father. He sat down next to me and he had kind eyes. He told me that he was my new father and that I would not be going home to my father. I began to cry but he say "not cry, I will take great care of you". The way he said it made me very scared.

Life was good for awhile but I heard crying at night in the rooms next to mine. They were my "sisters" rooms. I had lots of "sisters". In our school classes they always looked so sad but i never knew why. About a year after i had been there I found out why.

He started coming in my room at night. He told me that he loved me and wanted to show me. I thought he was going to give me a hug. But he didnt. He started to take my clothes off. I asked him what he was doing he did not answer. I remember looking in his eyes and they where not the same ones that i saw the first day. I started to scream. I was so scared. He stopped and i was so thankful. He left the room but came back shortly with our house mother. I was so confused. She came and sat next to me on the bed and told me to lay back down. I looked pleading in here eyes. Her eyes were kind and she whispered in my ear "just lay still and it will be easier". Then she held my shoulders down and he came close again. I remember the smell of cigars and vodka.

Once he was done he left and my house mother told me to stay there. she went to a dresser and took a tube out. I thought she was going to do something bad a again. She then rubbed something inside me. I then realized she was helping me when the pain went away and it was all numb.

This went on for year and everytime things got more and more extreme. He would send us to partys to make money for him. And they would think up even more extreme things to do to me and my sisters.

One night we heard a big band at the front gates and then cars with lights came rushing in the yard. We were rushed from our rooms to a bunker in the basement. I prayed that someone would save us. I heard gun shots.

All of the sudden the door to the bunker opened and i could not see who it was cause the light rushing in was so bright.

They were talking in a strange language that i did not understand. It was English and they were American soldiers. They took us and put us in big trucks.

We were taken to the same base my father had worked at. A translator told us that we would not have to go back to that hell. And that our "father" would never be able to hurt us again.

There was a lady officer and she gave me a hug and i shuddered. She told me she was sorry. I thought to my self that it was so strange to have someone hug me and it felt good.

I am now 25 and married to an American and i am so thankful for the man that he is but still wish that i could have done something.

I cant believe that i did not fight back and that I let him control me for so long. I still have not been able to sleep in the same room with my husband but hope I can someday.

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