Child Abuse Story From Schyular

by Schyular W.
(Los Angeles, California, USA.)

Really, it all just happened. Looking back now, it seems like a distant memory that had torn its way into me like some kind of parasite.

It all started after my 6th birthday. I am the twin to the more favored daughter in my family. Julia was always the one my mother adored. My father, on the other hand, turned a blind eye on the family entirely.

My mom, brother and Julia had gone to the store, while I got to stay home, due to a little headache I had gotten. My dad was on the couch, and I was on his Lazy Boy, just trying to get my headache to go away. I can't remember entirely what happened, but I'll try my best here.

He had asked me if I had wanted a lollipop, and I said yes, so I got off the chair and walked over to him. He ripped off my skirt, and threw me onto the coffee table...then, he ripped off most of my clothing, and held me down while he entered me, and raped me, leaving behind my blood and wetness. He made me clean it up, and then slapped me whenever I missed a spot.

It went on until I was 15, when my boyfriend got involved. My dad tried to molest me while he was there, and my boyfriend bashed him a lamp.

We're married now with two healthy wonderful children, and, sometimes, only sometimes, does that thought occur to me.

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