Child Abuse Story From Ohio Jessica

by Jessica
(Ohio, USA)

I grew up in a small town, but in my house as a child it was like living in hell. You didn't know when to laugh, smile, or cry. You were never sure when you needed to go hide. As a young child I can remember my father beating me and my sister and our mother so badly. I had got the last beating. My face was smashed in to a windshield of a car over and over again. I was kicked in the leg till my hip had popped out of place. I was beat with a stiff chicken net across my face, to where you could play checkers on face. I had crawled to the house about 200 ft away from our barn. I finally got inside and made the frantic phone call to my grandfather's who lived just 5 miles away. I told him to hurry, Daddy was gonna kill me. I seen my father come up the stairs and I hung up the phone. At least I thought I did, until he walked by and the off the hook sound began to go off. My father turned around and then picked me up over his head and slammed me into the living room floor, where my grandfather had found me laying there so helpless. He held the gun to his son's face and asked him what the hell was wrong with him. My grandfather was crying as he looked into my dad's eyes and said look at her, she is 7 years old just 7. No one deserves this. My grandfather came to my rescue and rushed me to the hospital.

When my mother returned home she had no clue what happened. She asked my dad where I was and he said, "The hospital. I think I killed her." My mom called the cops and had us removed from the house. They finally got a divorce. The thing I don't understand is my father never touched any of us again. The courts granted him supervised visitation, than to where he could have us every other weekend. My father became the most caring and loving father anyone could have? What I still don't understand is why did it have to come to that. And I can't ask him because 7 years later on May 5th 2004 my father was killed at work. He fell over 90 ft, straight to his death. I never had the chance to say good-bye.

Now I live with this awkward feeling inside my heart. I do love him, but I hate what he did to me and my family, and I often wonder what our life would be like today if he was here. It's a hard thing to live with, and I'm still grieving after 5 years, just because I'm so scared to let go.

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