Child Abuse Story From Molly R
by Molly R
(Location Undisclosed)
Starting when I was so little, my mom was always angry and violent. I think she hated everything about her life, especially me. I don't think I have any good memories except for the times I ran away and was on my own for a while. She was little and pretty, and I think that's why I kept going back to her, because the court didn't seem to figure out how bad things were.
I tried so hard to be good, to do the right thing, but I could never tell what would set her off, and then I was beaten, slapped, burned. She told me so many times that I was ugly, stupid, bad, that she wished she could give me away. I was picked up on the side of the highway when I was six, sunburned, I ran from the police.
I don't know where I thought I was going, but I kept trying it. I was in a couple of foster homes, but I never really told anyone what was happening. I didn't understand that things could be different.
In some of the foster homes, I guess I was sexually abused. I didn't think of it that way at the time, I didn't mind because the older boys who liked for me to touch them were at least nice to me. One of them always stole little debbies from the shop down the street and would give me one if I reached inside his pants and did what he wanted.
When I think of him, I still have good feelings for him, he was my only friend. When I got older, I was so angry nobody wanted me. I fought all the time. I kept running away from my mother and the fosters.
When I was eighteen I came home to my foster parents and found all my stuff on the street in front of the house. They stop getting money from the state when you turn eighteen.
I went looking for a job, and I got hired in a restaurant kitchen to wash dishes. The owner let me sleep in the storeroom. I thought he wanted something from me, but not so far. I wish he was my father. He is paying for me to go to culinary school.
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