Child Abuse Story From Lorahli
by Lorahli
(California, USA)
I never expected to find somewhere this open to share my story. I've truthfully never told anyone this before. I'm nervous. Before I start, I'd just like to let you know that these are things I'm still going through. I'm only fourteen.
On my twelfth birthday, my father, who'd been in jail for nearly four years, was released. He was a druggie, and even after such a long time in confinement, he still felt the urge to use. My party was small, just my mother, my brother, and my two best friends, S-- and T--. My presents were humble and I had a fairly good time, until HE came home. When he arrived, he dismissed my friends, sent my brother to bed, and turned off the soft music that had been playing in the background. All I could do was look up at the man I used to know, he looked angry. He began to break things, ripping my birthday cards, stomping on my new CDs, everything was ruined. He dragged my mother by the arm into their bedroom, all the while she was screaming at him-no, BEGGING him- to let her go, I ran after them and watched in horror as my father raped my mother. I was paralyzed. He made eye contact with me the entire time, never faltering. When he was done, he winked at me as if to say, "You're next." I regained the feeling in my legs and dashed in the direction of the door, before I could make it, I felt a crack on the back of my head. I fell to the floor, groaning. He grabbed my hair and forced me face-to-face with his crotch, I was terrified and couldn't possibly fathom why a man would do this his own daughter. I gagged as he raped my mouth.
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