Child Abuse Story From Samantha G
by Samantha G
( Indiana, USA)
I'm currently 13 years old. I've been through a lot in my life. The only time someone talks to me in my house is whenever I'm getting yelled at. It hurts me inside. My nose is broken. I have cracked ribs. I cut. I pop pills. I have had both my arms broken. Every night I go to sleep wondering if I'm going to live the next day. I feel that I'm going to be sexually abused.
My mom has this one boyfriend. He's a very big pervert. He stares at my ass and at my boobs all the time. I feel like he's going to rape me and my older sister one day. Because I'm a minor he can't do anything. But when I turn eighteen I'm scared I'm going to be raped. I don't want to live in this house anymore. I have been abused for a total of 11 years of my life. All the abusing stopped when I ran away and didn't come back for a week.
When I was first born, my father asked my mother to marry him. She said no. So he hit her. And then grabbed me out of her hands and picked me up and threw me against a wall. He pushed my sister down three flights of stairs. And he said he wanted to teach our family "a lesson". So every night my mom would go to sleep with a bloody nose, or lip or a knot on her head. My sister protected me. She would always pick me up and take me out of the room so I didn't get hit. And whenever I was about to, she jumped in front of me. And she got hit.
One day when I was about 4, I was in a stroller. And he pushed me down the driveway and a car was coming. The car hit me. And after that my mom, sister, and I left. Then we moved in with another man named Randy. He was close to abusive as my father was. He would sexually abuse me and my sister. Me and my sister would cry and hold each other in my closet in my room, waiting for Mother to come home from work. Those 8 or 9 years of my life were hell. But my whole family and people around me wonder why I'm so protective over my friends and family. And they wonder what I've been through. It hurts so bad to talk about. And I have so much anger and rage inside of me. People ask themselves, why did she get put on probation? Because someone said, "You should get hit again!" And when she said that, I saw my dad's face. Then I hit her. And when I did that I felt I had crept down to his level. Watching her bleed, like he did to my mom, sister, and me. I just want my father to go and f**king die!!! and rot in prison!
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