Child Abuse Story From Sharayah
by Sharayah
It all started when I was about seven. I was normally such an obediant, easy-going little girl--But when I came into school I didn't have many friends, and getting me to obey instantly wasn't so easy anymore. It started with an insult: "You're too hard to deal with" "I don't understand where we went wrong with you..you used to be so easy.." "Why are you so terrible?" "You have no friends, you're stupid, no one likes you just get out of here." The list goes on and on. One day my mom was especially angry because she didn't have any of her meds left, so she locked me and my big brother in our rooms. We devised a plan to sneak out the window and run away. Too bad that plan didn't work out because only halfway down the street our dad drove up and ordered us back to the house. At that time, we had no clue how bad we were really gonna get it. Broken glasses flew past our heads, screams of agony and frustration missing our ears, slaps and punches to our soft, tear-stained faces. It was unlike any other punishment we had gotten before. But it got worse: At one moment I looked over and saw as my dad plucked my 11 year-old brother up by his neck, squeeze until the kid turned purple, and slam his head into the wall repeatedly. I couldn't help but scream in protest, and that's where I started to feel my parents' full power. My mom slapped me across the face, told me to be quiet unless I wanted the neighbors & cops to hear how bad I'd been. When I refused, I got a nice boiling pot of water thrown at my midsection. That left a lovely scar. Now that I'm sixteen, the beatings have gotten worse and worse. I went to group counseling with my parents for 2 years, only to hear what I heard every time after I was beaten: "I'm so sorry, I love you so much, don't you know that I never mean to hurt you? Mommy and daddy are only trying to help you, I'm sorry we get so out of hand sometimes." Then the crying, and the holding..& I would pretend like it was all fine. I'm always pretending I'm fine. Now that my older brother is gone, I feel the absolute worst of their rage--me being the one to choke out now, punch, and slam against the wall. Of course, my two younger siblings for some reason, have never gotten more than a slap and a scream. I have a boyfriend I have now been dating for just over two years. I love him more than anything in my entire life, and even though I'm just sixteen, I know this is real. He told me to tell my parents that I was going to leave next time they hit me. That didn't work so well. Over the summer, my parents found out about my habit of smoking pot, and drinking..they didn't like that so well. My dad growled and screamed in my face after my mom had punched me, then he backed me into my closet door when I caught his hand in mid-slap. He grasped my neck tightly and said "Don't you ever do that again." after slamming my head backwards a few times. I told him I wanted to leave, that I wasn't going to take this 'abuse&apology' thing anymore. I was then dragged out by my hair onto the driveway and told that if I wanted to leave the only place I was going was the police station. When I argued that THEY would be in the ones in trouble for abuse, they laughed in my face and told me they would take me to the cops and tell them I was a runaway...I stayed home. To this day I deal with off and on abuse and apologies.  Note from Darlene: If I have not left a comment on your story, please understand that it is not personal; it's just that my hectic schedule no longer permits me to do so.I hope you'll follow me on:  Email addresses, phone numbers, home addresses AND website/blog URLs in submissions and visitor comments are STRICTLY prohibited. Please don't include them, as they will be removed.
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