Child Abuse Story From Torrence
by Torrence
(Brighton, UK)
Daddy's Dates:
When I was a little girl, I always used to think of my dad as my hero. I thought he was a wonderful father. But it wasn't until I was about 7 years old that my sister and I saw a side to my father that we didn't like.
One weekend while my mum was cleaning up the house, my dad suggested he take me out for dinner. He said he hadn't spent much time with me in the past few weeks and he wanted to take us out. I was thrilled. Mum was happy he wanted to spend some time with me so she agreed. I was so excited. My dad came up to me and told me to dress up really pretty because he was going to take me out for a meal. So I ran upstairs and put on a pretty dress. Then we went out for dinner. When we were in the restaurant, he told me he wanted to take me out for dinner like this more often. I smiled at my dad and nodded happily. He then said that we should give our outings a name. He suggested we call the outings Daddy's Dates. I never knew what he meant by that, being so young, I just thought it was like a club name.
After dinner, we went for a drive. The car had stopped after a while. I asked why we'd stopped. Dad said he wanted to play a game with me. He told me to get in the back seat. I did as I was told. He got out of his seat and followed me at the back. He sat next to me and then told me to sit on his lap. When I got on his lap, I felt him stroking my leg. He moved his hand up slowly from my leg up to my dress and started to kiss me and touch me. I didn't like it. I cried when he touched me because it hurt. After a while he stopped and gave me his handkerchief, and told me that he enjoyed playing the game and it was a special game between me and him and I wasn't to tell anyone. And I didn't. I was too scared, and I knew that what he did to me wasn't right, even though I was too young to understand it.
Daddy's Dates went on for a long time, and he even included my 5-year-old sister in them. But he hurt me more than he hurt my sister. I don't know why. I suppose it was because I was the pretty one. The 'dates' didn't stop until my dad died of a heart attack when I was 12.
I never told anyone about this, especially my mother. My sister and I never discuss it either. This is the first time I have shared such a secret.
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