Child Abuse Story From Mika
by Mika
(USA)
A house of horrors:
I grew up in Louisiana with my father and my sister. The abuse started when My father lost his job and started drinking. I was about ten at the time and never even knew what a spanking was. I remember the first time my father "spanked" me. I was just comming home from school and layed my backpack on the couch. He saw this and grabbed me by the back of the hair. The sound of his belt unbuckling will haunt me to this day. He beat me unconcious. I woke up with my younger sister nursing my wounds.
As the years passed i took it as my duty to protect my little sister from our crazy father. The beatings were regular and very frequent. There wasnt a day that i dont remember having some sort of bruise on my body.
My sister tried to do her best to be good. She knew that if she did something wrong in his eyes i would take the blame for it and get the beating. I could not watch him beat my little sister and he rarely did.
Just as i thought nothing could be worse than this, a bombshell hit our family. Our mother came back. We hadnt seen her since i was about four and my sister was one. she disapeared and we never thought she was comming back. I was 14 the day she came back.
At first i thought it was great that my mother was home, but she soon showed what type of person she really was. She was just like my father. She was an alcoholic who loved to torment her children. Everyday she would make me and my sister strip down and stare at eachother while she held a knife up to us. My father would watch and laugh at our embarassment. I dont know how many times i pleaded with her to leave my sister alone.
The day everything changed was when i was 16 years old. My sister and i returned home from school and there was a man on the couch that we didnt know. My mother was standing over him with a michevious look on her face and a second man came up from behind me and grabbed me. I tried to escape but the man was very strong. He forced me to the ground and ripped off my pants. I knew what was about to happen and it gave me the worst feeling in the world. My sister was pinned to the ground by the other man and she too had her pants ripped down. The men proceeded to rape us then gave our mother money. this expierience has scarred me for life.
After this incident I decided that i had had enough i needed to get my sister and i out of that house. That is exactly what I did. While everyone was sleeping that night we snuck out of the house and walked to our grandmothers house 5 miles away. Child protective services ordered us to live there from that day on and our parents went to jail for various reasons.
I am now a twenty five year old male with a wife and a one year old daughter. I am happier than i have ever been in my entire life. My sister is also very happy she is going to college full time with a scholarship. She is going to college to be a psychiatrist. I am happy to say that my sister and i made it through our horrific childhood and i would like to thank darlene for allowing us to post these stories online.
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