Child Abuse Story From Stitchface
by Stitchface
(USA)
All my life all I can remember my life was like this. I guess at times I deserved for being stupid or being wrong. But at any rate, the brutality was nightmare, to any human with humanity. So here is my story…
My parents are devoted to their religion. And yes I am the same religion as them. But I might not be as religious as them. I guess that’s the origin of the pain they give me. My mother used to smoke a lot and tried to keep it a secret but we all knew about it anyway. She is suicidal many times, but devoted to religion prevents her doing so. My father is even more devoted and has a lot of sense of pride. Sadly, I am an American kid with my own point of views of life. I guess like all abuse mine started off small. My mother used to beat and slap me and according to relatives she gave a scar on my forehead as a infant that I still have today, because I was crying a lot. As I grew up I did childish things, cry, and want toys, like any kid. But mom and dad would beat me whenever I did. I couldn’t really get out much, because my parents were afraid of me not being religious with being around other people. As I grew up, mom and dad went more and more harsh. They would kick me and cut me make purple bruises on my arms and legs and chest. I used to go to a school for our religion, and often bullied for being like this. My anger grew feeding the monster inside me. At this rate I had a little brother and sister, but they were proud kids to be having. Religious, good grades, and that sh*t. Haha, I remember like any kid would skip a Church, my family went at night to pray at the sanctuary where all people of their religion prayed. Their kids would go out and play football instead. I was careful and stayed inside to pray. When I went out after it was done out back to see the little friends I had. My dad struck a hard blow to my head in front of everyone. He believed I sneaked out, which I didn’t. And was hurt all night kicked, bruised, and beaten I fell asleep from it all. As I left the 8th grade I started going to a public school. 9th grade was amazing really. I started making friends with other people, and I never knew people would be so nice. For the first time I was happy and made my own little family with my friends. A family where I don’t have to get scared…I even found someone I fell in love with..even if it is forbidden in my religion to be in love outside of marriage. And forbidden to be in love with anyone except god to my parents. Well as time went by, my parents found out about my other life. And that’s when the worst happened. Days I would never forget. They kicked me really badly; they beat me with chairs, wooden rods, metal rods, crowbars, etc. Then afterwards tied me up with ropes to my bed stand. For 2 days, I had no food, no water. They would come in beat me until they were tired. They would say “I am tired. “Until next time. May god curse you.” 2 days passed by..2 more days passed by. Hunger got the best of me. They let me go soon after. They say they will be sending me away to a religious Boarding school and things will be worst…the end.
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