Child Abuse Story From Morningsong

by Morningsong S.
(Innisfail, Alberta, Canada)

Morningsong S. 14 years old: 
I'm not going to start this story out like others...I'm just going to get straight to the story...to be honest, it's really really hard for me to share this, but I guess I made a decision and decided to share this with you guys...

Back when I was...oh let's see...5, I was abused. I even remembered exactly how it happened. My dad, Calvin wasn't exactly the smartest guy in the world. And my mom (not going to be named) wasn't the smartest either. It all started one night when my dad came home. He brought an art kit home that I always wanted...and, well, I asked if it was for me. He said yes, but I had to do something to earn it. And not thinking what he meant, I said I will do anything. Because before that, he never did anything to me in any way. And so he said okay, and he told me to follow him. And so I did. And next thing you knew...we were in this room that I wasn't allowed to go into. This room was my dad's room. Next thing you knew he went and lied down on his bed and had the art kit beside him. He'd locked the door so I couldn't get out. And then he forced me to get on top of him and do things I didn't want to do...he said that if I told anyone we did this that he would kill my mom after he beat her up. And so in a five-year-olds mind, you would believe that. So I let him do everything he wanted me to do. I never did like him molesting me in any way. So, the rest of my life since I was 7 he molested me, and I didn't say anything then.

Things got worse and worse each time. So, I got sick of it and waited for him to leave one night. And as soon as he left I told my mom. She cried and slapped me across the face and said I should have told her earlier. She called the cops. It was a long night giving a statement and showing the cops what my dad made me do. I was very uncomfortable. After that I never saw him again, because my mom forced me to press charges on him. They found him that night and took him to jail for 1 1/2 years. After that my mom and my little siblings moved away. And after that she went to college and we did good for a while.

One night, we got a phone call saying one of my family members had passed away. So my mom quit school and went back to that horrifying place. Next thing you knew, my mom started to drink and do drugs. We became homeless and lived on the streets in Calgary for 5 months. Then we moved back to Hobbema (Samson First Cree Nation town) and she met these people who forced her to live with them, which was practically a drug house. My mom left us home alone with people we didn't even know. They were some who were sick-minded and others who were just mental. My mom left us every night, and I had to mother my siblings and make sure they were clean. I made sure they had food.

Finally, one night she came home. Just for the fun of it, she started to beat my little brother. I didn't like what I was seeing, so I jumped in and begged her not to hit him. Next thing you knew she was pulling my hair and kicking me and whipping me with a hanger and a belt. I just laid there and absorbed it all in. She beat me up to the point where I couldn't stand properly, and I had blood coming out of my head. My brothers and little sister just watched me, in shock of seeing what my mom just did to me. They didn't believe what had happened. When I was stable enough to get back up I sent them to bed and told them to sleep and forget this whole thing. My mom came down after, crying saying that she was sorry. And knowing that she had drank more and done more drugs, I just said, "It's okay," and she came up to me and gave me a hug. Next thing you knew, I don't know what I did, but she started to beat me up again, calling me all these horrific names that I will never forget. She said she wanted me to die and she wished I was never born. I was sick of being beaten up and threatened. I wanted to end my life right then and there. And I almost did, but then I thought if I left my siblings behind, what would happen, so I didn't.

A couple nights later she met this guy named Melcom. He was also a drug addict and a boozer. So I expected the same thing from him. Beatings. I told my siblings to hide and stay there and be quite. I went upstairs to see what they were doing. They were getting into this argument and he hit my mom. And then beat her up. I was scared and couldn't move. I didn't know what to do, but just stand there and watch her get beaten up. She got away and pulled me downstairs and swore at me and told me to get my brothers and sister and so I did and we left that house and went to my cousin's who also was an addict. When we got there he was fine and welcomed us. But then when he closed the door he pulled out a gun and told us to go to the living room. That's when the real trouble happened. He hit my mom with the gun and broke her nose. He punched me on my eye with a 20-carat gold ring. Next thing you knew, I had a cut there. He kicked me down. My brothers cried and screamed. He hit them after hitting my mom and I. He threw them to the side and pulled my mom up against the wall and choked her till she turned purple. I bit him. He threw me down the stairs. I couldn't get up. I just laid there. He kicked me and told me to get up. I couldn't, but forced myself. He told me to go up the stairs and on the couch. I did. When I went upstairs I saw my mom covered in blood, her blood. My brothers had a couple of bruises. They were all in the corner. I sat on the couch. He said, "No one move." We didn't. I prayed to god to just take my family and me away and never come back, but it never happened. He came up with a bat and hit the side of my mom's head with it. She went almost unconscious. He said he was going to the neighbors' and that if he saw us move that he would kill us all. He took me and my siblings to another room and paid me to keep them there. I took the money and stayed there. He left. My mom came and got us. We left and called the cops.

Next thing you knew, we were in care in Regina, Saskatchewan.

It felt good that we didn't have to worry about getting beaten up and not hear swearing or bottles smash. The next day, my mom came home and convinced them to give us back, and they did. Here were the nightmares again. We went back to the drug house and stayed there. Once again, my mom got back up with my dad and that's when my dad beat me up for putting him into jail. I got sick of being beaten and molested my whole life.

After getting beaten up, they left to get some booze and that's when we left. With my 3 little siblings we left off to the cop station. We ended up in care for a year. Went back to my mom, who started to do the same things again, but then I got stronger and less scared and fought with her and left again. We ended up in care again, and left to Mom's again. I got sick of moving everywhere, so now I'm in care and have been for two years. I'm never going back. I'm with these lovely people who are with the military and so am I. It is going to stay that way. As for my mom, she's doing a lot better, and we're not allowed to go back no more, only for visits. And my brothers? Well, let's say they're doing great in a foster home. I have a brand-new baby sister who is now with my mom and my other sis is living a half hour away from me.

I claim that I have been abused in my past big time, and still living to this day. My dream is to help stop child abuse and help those little ones who have been abused and go into war. Hopefully, I'll live to see that happen.

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