Child Abuse Story From No Name
by No Name
( Location Undisclosed)
My story began a very long time ago. I can't tell you when it started, but I can tell you when it stopped. I had just turned sixteen three weeks before.
You know the man you call Dad or Daddy, well he's the one who raped me, beat me and broke a bottle over my head and told me to get a boyfriend just in case I got pregnant. Isn't that hoot. I remember seeing stars many times when he would rape me and beat the crap out of me. Man I was scared of that man.
When I was around 5 or 6, it was a hot summer day. We kids (five brothers and me) were outside playing. One of my brothers told me Daddy wants you, so I went into the house, into his and Mom's bedroom...I remember thinking how cool it felt in there after being in the hot outdoors--we were not allowed in the house, only when they told us we could. Oh yea, I had a mom...have one. I think she knew about it. Getting ahead of myself...sorry....so many things running through my brain. Sorry. Well this is one of the first time I remember. He called me over and made me get in bed with him. Made me touch him and other things...but I still can't remember it all. I blocked a lot of it out. It's like pieces of things that happen.
I know it happened every time Mom or my aunt was gone or somewhere...I do not know where. My aunt was old and my mom worked in a mill, yea she was scare of him. He would beat the crap out of her and she'd run outside in her bra and panties, hiding from him. He was a truck driver. Every time he came off a trip, he would tell Mom to send me into their room...I wonder what she thought....
In between all that, he got a new woman, eight hours away. That woman had three kids from two different men and she was a preacher's daughter. For awhile HE stayed away from us. Life got better in that part, but my mom started dating and partying. At the age of 10 or 11, I got to go to bars and dance halls. My mom would use me to get guys to give her things. Being a kid and not knowing any better, I thought it was cool.
One day HE came through, driving his truck. Told Mom he was gonna take me up to where he lived for two weeks. Those two weeks turn into 5 to 6 years. I was abused as much as he could get by with, without his other wife knowing. I hated being alone with him. I knew I could not tell anyone or he would beat me. You always think it couldn't get any worse....was I wrong. I don't know what happen but one day his other wife asked me about it...I told her...I was thinking I'm safe now....WRONG...it got worse...she got mad, I guess they fought...I don't know. All I know is she hated me...That's how it felt...He would come to my bed and his wife would stand there and watch. Made me do things a little girl should never have to go through. The moment I told her I became their slave in all ways. I was maid, I couldn't eat with family, I had to clean up after them. I was kept out of the house at all times until they allowed me in.
I remember one time they were making me wipe potatoes off. It was winter, real cold. His wife's mother lived close by and she brought me something to eat. It is so funny how so many people know what's going on and DO nothing....
I did get to go to school. I guess what happen next is a little fuzzy...I was in gym, I was covered with black and blue marks from my head to my legs...just turned 16. A lady that work as a dentist at the school saw me, called me to her office. Being an abused child, you understand how hard it is to tell someone. I don't remember how long it took before I started trusting her. I remember crying and being scared. She got a case worker (a man). But God bless him. He got me out of there before that Man got back from a trip. I really don't know what happen...all I remember is I spent the night with a school friend, then ended up with great foster parents.
I have learned not all family is like that. I never knew...I thought that was the way families were. There is so much more but it so sick, and I feel I got lucky. I was married. My ex's family taught me so much and I still love them. We talk once in awhile. I have two great grown kids. Both doing great. I am turning 50 in October...and I feel I broke the chain of my side of the family. I have a great husband. It was my fault the first broke up...but we get along. There is something my foster mother told me: It takes a lot to improve your life, but it takes a second to screw it up. So think before you act.
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