Child Abuse Story From Sapphire

by Sapphire
(Location Undisclosed)

When I was 9 me and my family moved to a small town in Utah to help my aunt who had MS. The town had a population of 1,500 and most of the people were Mormon. We finally found a place to live in an apartment building. We were the second ones to move in because it was new and not many new people moved into the town. The only other people who lived there was a nice old lady who had cancer or something, and the owner, Paul, a 40-year-old man who lived by himself.

I remember the owner Paul would have me come help him fix the other apartments. We would paint or I would watch him install sinks and bathtubs. Me being 9 loved this. He would buy me small gifts, and I remember he bought me this pretty purple bike. I trusted him so much. I looked at him as an uncle. He would tell me he loved me and I would say it back he would hug me and I would hug him back.

I had lived there for about 3 months by now and nothing had happened. I just graduated 4th grade. I'm not sure if that timeline is exactly right though because now I'm 14 and I've tried to block everything about that out. My memory is really scattered.

The first time I think he did anything inappropriate was after he brought me this tiny dress that I thought was wonderful...now that I think about it, it was probably some kind of lingerie. He took me to his house ((which was right behind the apartment building and right across the street from the high school)) and told me to undress to put it on. So I got down to my panties, still completely trusting him. He told me it was a special dress, so I had to take them off too, so I did. There I was, naked in front of him. Before he let me put the dress on, he took me into his lap and touched me. I found this kinda strange, but he said my daddy had never done this for me so somebody had to. After that he let me try the dress on. He let me put my regular clothes on, but before we left he made me promise not to tell my family anything that happened because my little sister would get jealous and my dad would be mad at me and then I wouldn't be allowed to come help him anymore and he would have to take the bike back.

As you can imagine, it got worst from there, but I'm not ready to get into those details. I'm not sure how long it lasted for, but I remember one thing led to another and he would soon be the one naked. When I first saw him naked it scared me because I'd never seen a man with an erection. He made me kiss him down there and do other things, then he would do the same to me. I would cry about it, but he told me to be quiet or he would tell my family all the bad things I'd done or he would kick us out and we would have nowhere to go. Soon after, when he would come to get me so I could "help" him with the apartments, I wouldn't want to go. I couldn't tell my dad that though because I was scared I would get in trouble. So I saved my tears for him when he started touching me.

The last time it happened was when he tried to enter me, but it hurt me too bad and I cried and begged him to stop and he said that was my fault too. He called me names and he hit me right under my private parts, leaving a huge bruise on my leg. He hadn't realized that he hit me that hard this time. So he stopped trying to enter me and just went on touching me. After that he told me to stop whining about how bad it hurt and to get dressed because there was something he wanted to show me, and then we had to go to an apartment and work for a little bit. The thing he wanted to show me was in his front room. It was a huge gun he had locked in this table thing. But he said he would take us hunting and shoot me like he did to other bad people if I told anybody. He said it was my fault and I had been horrible and naughty.

The next day, right after school, I went to the old lady's apartment to hang out with her because I thought he wouldn't be able to find me. I was wearing a little skirt and tee shirt because it was still very hot out, it was late august I think. She (the old lady) noticed the bruise under my skirt and asked me what happened. I began to cry and said, "Nothing, I just fell off my bike." She gave me something to eat and told me it was time for me to go home.

A day or two later, CPS came and to talk to me and my little sister. I guess she had called them, not realizing that it hadn't been my single father but the owner. I told them I really did fall off my bike and my daddy had never touched me down there (that was the truth) except for the bike part. I remember my dad saying he couldn't handle losing us for no reason, so we had to move back to where we came from. From then on, my dad didn't let me go anywhere till we moved because he was kinda the paranoid type even though he was a great daddy.

That's my story and sorry I skipped some major parts of the abuse because I can't handle righting them....

But I had to type this now because right now I'm in counselling for self harm and an eating disorder, and next week I'm gonna tell her what happened and why I am how I am....

Thanks

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