Child Abuse Story From Little Miss Scarred
by Jodie
(England, UK)
I was never loved. Well it never felt like it. Not by my mum or my dad or anyone. My parents split up when I was three, and everything was turbulent for years after. I didn't see my dad at first for a long time. But when I finally did see him, emotional and verbal abuse started immediately. It only happened to me though. He loved my brother and my sister. Just not me. What was wrong with me? I will never know. It wasn't till I was seven that he started to hit me. He used to do make sure scars and bruises wouldn't be left in obvious places.
I remember when he first attacked me with his belt. His anger ran through him like a raging sea. He aimed the belt at my back and whacked it, hard. The pain was so intense. It was like nothing I had ever felt before. But before the pain could stop and I could understand what had just happened, he struck my back again. Only this time, harder.
The pain soared round my body in waves. I felt so bruised and battered. I didn't even have the energy to cry or to make him stop. I just let him carry on. I just let him take my innocence. I let him get rid of his anger, and he knew it. And because he knew it, he didn't stop. He beat me till I was 10 and then I escaped.
My scars are still present on my soul and, unfortunately, the memories will be there for eternity.
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