by Alice
(United Kingdom)
MY STORY:
My mother had 5 children, of which i am the eldest and only girl. she had 2 of us when she met and married my stepfather, i was nine years old. I lived with my grandmother until i was thirteen then was sent to live with my mom and stepfather
by then she had given birth to three half brothers. My grandmother had shared an intense hatred for my stepfather from the first time she met him, and was reluctant to send me to live with my mother but she felt it was in my best interest do so.
the first incident of abuse began when i was 14, it happened as i sat at the kitchen table doing my home work, he came into the kitchen and as he stood over me he reached down to turn the page in my work book then squeezed my left breast, i jumped up from the table and ran into my room and locked the door. i was extremely ashamed and terrified i stayed in my room until my brothers came home, and told the eldest who suggested that i told our mother which i did, and i was surprised when she accused me of lying, she said he wouldn't do that to me and she didn't even bother to ask him.
after that incident he became more and more bold, he would pound on the bathroom door whenever i was taking a shower and demanded to come in to use the toilet, (we had only one bathroom) my brothers shared a bedroom so i had a room to myself and he would sneak in at night when my mom was asleep and try to fondle me, i had to start putting a chair under the doorknob to keep him out, which made him more angry and vindictive, he would do everything from planting things in my room and accusing me of stealing them, to not allowing me to play the stereo or use the phone, the worst came to the worst when he hid in the closet in my room and raped me when i came home from school one afternoon, he then threatened to have me and my brother deported,(we are originally from Jamaica), i never dated,i always thought i was ugly and that when people look at me they could see me as an ugly nasty girl my one salvation was
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