Child Abuse Story From Scott
by Scott W
(Maine, USA)
I'm seventeen years old and I currently live with my girlfriend. About a year ago I was taken away from my mother. My mother was a twisted, wretched woman who enjoyed the psychological and physical pain of others. My father died in a car crash when I was thirteen. After my father's death, my mother went into a destructive downward spiral.
My mother became increasingly hostile towards me and my only companion, my puppy, Sunshine. She started beating Sunshine for no reason at all. Sunshine was everything to me. I had only had him for a little while, but we fast became friends. Meanwhile, my mother began to scream at me for no real reason. No matter what I did, she found an excuse to punish me.
As the days wore on, my mother became more and more abusive. Soon, there was no happiness left in my life. My mother pulled me out of school so she could have a tighter reign over my life. I was miserable. The only ray of hope I had left was my dog Sunshine. My mom started using drugs. It started with pot, but heroin quickly became part of the picture. I can remember many times watching my mother get high.
While she was high, she was the most abusive. She soon started to beat me. It was the most horrible part of my life when she first started to physically abuse me. My mom began to feed me less and less. By the time I was 15, I was barely eating enough to survive. I was reduced to eating rotting food from the trash. Sunshine became skin and bones, and could barely walk due to malnutrition. Still, he was my only companion in this dark time. I don't know how I would have survived without him in the beginning.
The day after my fifteenth birthday, as I was going down the stairs, I tripped and fell down. This caused me to break my leg. Instead of bringing me to the hospital, my mom just made a primitive brace for my leg, gave me some aspirin and sent me to my room. I cried for days out of pure pain, but still my mother did nothing. My leg never fully healed, and I walk with a limp to this day.
I clearly remember one day after finishing my chores, my mom got high on heroin. She stumbled over to me and began screaming at me about how worthless I was and why I should just die. I decided that the best thing to do would be to try and escape. I tried to make a dash for the door, but it had only been a few months since I broke my leg. I made it a few feet before I collapsed in pain. My mother came up to me and started to punch me and kick me.
"Obviously this form of punishment isn't quite working," my mother sneered. She snatched a steak knife from the nearby kitchen counter and grabbed Sunshine, who was whimpering near me, trying to comfort me. She rammed the steak knife into Sunshine's rib cage. He howled in pain. My mother threw poor Sunshine at me with a horrible grin on her face. My only companion in the whole world was covered in blood. It was the saddest moment of my entire life. I could tell that Sunshine was dying. I stroked him as tears welled in my eyes. Sunshine died an hour later in my arms. My last ray of hope had disappeared.
About a month after the incident, a policeman came to our door. We didn't know why he was there, but a few months ago I found out that my neighbor had suspected child abuse due to my screams being heard. The policeman asked me and my mother some questions and walked away. My mother suspected I had something to do with this, so she pounded me repeatedly in the chest. The bruises would last for months.
The next day, the policeman arrived again. This time he was there to take me away. That moment was probably the best day of my life. My mother pleaded to keep me, saying that it was all a big misunderstanding and that I got the bruises from falling down. For the first time in my life I summoned up the courage to stand up for myself. I told the police officer all the horrible, evil things she did to me. The police officer handcuffed my mother and drove us both away.
Because of the extreme circumstances, the court declared me a legal adult. My mom is in jail for six years (not long enough). I currently live with my girlfriend, who I met about six months ago. Besides Sunshine, she is the only person who really cares about me.
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