Child Abuse Story From Lyric
by Lyric
I guess people have to look really closly to what's behind a smile,the earliest thing remember is when i was 5 yrs old,my mom left me and my and took my big sister with her. i wanted to go with her,but she just pushed me away,told me i had to stay with my daddy.she never came back,my daddy always said idrove her away. the first time daddy hit me was when i was 6,i was crying becuase saw runover kitten,he toldd me to stop,but i couldn't,so he slap me across the face,hard enough to mae me fll into the table and leave a bruise on my face.i also remember he wold scra in my face,and beat me with belts,a piec of wood,or he'd just plain punch and kick me.when i started school,he woul make me tell people lies,like i ran into a door,whenever they asked about bruises on my face.my daddy wouldn't let me eat,he'd make me food,then snatch it away,suddenly decidng i didn't deserve it,or i was too fat to eat anymore,of course,i never was fat,the school's nurse told me i was underweight,my daddy wuld call me things like ugly and stupid,then laughed when i cried becuase of it.my daddy woldn't let me have friends,he said anyone who would want to hag around me had to be out of their mind.when i was 9,my daddy started coming into my room,he'd touch me in my privates and took his clothes off,i didn't like it,bu he said if i was quiet and didn't try to stop him,i could eat.it git worse,hed force himself into me,and put his hands over my mouth,and beat me if tried to says no.when i got into middle school,my poetry teacher was the one who gave me a little bit of self esteem,he said i had a natural gift for wrting.i wanted to tell him about my dad,but i never could. when i was 13 my dad molested me and got me pregnant,he beat me for getting pegnant and called me a whore. he bea me all thru out my pregnancy,unill i had the baby,i had a little girl i named annabel lee,after the poem,she was 4 months premature,when she ws born my dad took her away,to his room,and said i couldn't see her untill i did wht he said. he'd yell at her untill i came and begged him to stop.he still beat me,like when anna cried,or he tripped over my things.a few times i had to bring anna to school cuz it wasnt safe with my daddy.my teachers grew suspicious,but i didn't tell,untill the poetry teacher made me tell him what was going on,i showed him mybruises and scars,and he got me help.anna's fine now,we live in a foster home,with my teacher as a foster dad,it's great,they give anna things i never dreamed she'd have,like her own room with a crib,and the poem on her wall.and they gave me my own room,and are thinking about making me their child.it's been 5 months since i told my teacher,and it couldn't have been a better choice for me,i'm so thankful to my teacher and his wife,and i thank this website for letting me share my story,and i want people to know that it's never a bad idea to speak out against abuse,and if they're getting abused,to pleas get help.thank you  Note from Darlene: If I have not left a comment on your story, please understand that it is not personal; it's just that my hectic schedule no longer permits me to do so.I hope you'll follow me on:  Email addresses, phone numbers, home addresses AND website/blog URLs in submissions and visitor comments are STRICTLY prohibited. Please don't include them, as they will be removed.
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