Child Abuse Story From Samantha1

by Samantha
(Ohio, USA)

I've been in and out of abuse my whole life. When I was little, around four, I watched my mom beat my two brothers. She was heavy on the drugs and she always drank, so the cops came in and took her away. I was too young to know what was, so they put me and my brothers in different foster homes, till a week later, I got to go with my grandma. She was ok, till she started drinking at night. She would always call us nasty names. She would take us to the jail. She would leave me at the jail window, the one my mom was in. Every time we left, I tried to jump out of the car to get her.

When I turned six, my mom got out of jail. We went to go live back with her. It was good for a year, till she started drinking again. Then she got back on the drugs. She started beating me and my brothers again. We kept our mouths shut so we didn't lose her again.

When I turned eleven, I grew up. My mom left me and my brothers, who were on drugs too, so they weren't there. When either of them came home they would beat me up. I was always hungry. I always cleaned. I did everything my mom should have been doing, and I had homework to do too, so I gave up and moved back with my grandparents. Now I'm sixteen and still putting up with abuse. I just tell myself two more years and I'll be free.

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