Child Abuse Story From Mrs CMB

by Mrs CMB
(California, USA)

My mother has always held a strong hatred or dislike for me. I'm not exactly sure what I have ever done to make her feel this way, but these stories of abuse from her go as far back as I can remember.

One morning when I was about 15, I woke up early to start my chores. I had to clean the entire house from top to bottom every Saturday. As I started on the guest bathroom, the phone in the kitchen began to ring. I answered it and it was my aunt who I was very close to at the time. My mother (who I thought was asleep) immediately started screaming at me from her room at the top of her lungs, telling me not to answer her G*d d*mned phone. She then jumped up and came storming into the kitchen to snatch the phone out of my hand. She hung up the phone and told me to get back to the bathroom and finish my chores. I tried to explain to her that it was my aunt. She told me to shut up. I mumbled under my breath for her to shut up, and that's when I heard footsteps coming my way. I was back in the bathroom cleaning with a bottle of ammonia. My mother stormed into the bathroom and started hitting me with a closed fist while I had the bottle of ammonia in my hand. I then bent over to keep her from punching me in my face as she continued to beat me. Finally I dropped the bottle of ammonia and all of it began to spill on the floor. My eyes started to water, nose running, coughing...I needed fresh air BAD. Seeing my reaction to the harsh chemical, my mother stood in the doorway. By this time I had it all over my pajamas. I tried to push past my mother and run out of the bathroom, but she pushed me back and closed the bathroom door, holding it from the outside. I couldn't breathe. I mustered up the strength to give the bathroom door one big tug and I opened it, pushed past my mother and ran into my bedroom locking the door behind me. I opened the window as far as it would go and collapsed on the floor, trying to take in all the fresh air I could.

But my mother was far from done with me.

She picked my lock with a hanger and came into my room. She then began beating me with the wire hanger, leaving bruises and welts until I screamed. I tried my best to push her off me, but she wouldn't stop. When she was finally done I then received a tongue-beating where she told me she was calling my aunt's husband and an older cousin of mine so they could come over there and beat me too. She said I needed a MAN to beat my a**. She also removed the phone in the kitchen and messed up the phone jack so that I would not be able to stick another phone cord into the wall jack. She even went as far as to purchase a lock for her room to make sure when she was gone I would not use the phone.

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