by Renne
(Location Undisclosed)
When I was a little girl. About the age of 6 . My parents would go out and leave my grandfather to babysit me and my siblings.. I can still remember the faint smell of his shirt as he laid on top of me. I can still remember the pain I felt when he was trying to hurt me. I can still remember the excuse he gave my parents for being in my room in the first place. He would barricade the door with chairs and dressers and toys so no one could interfere with his plans of abuse. I remember how he pulled my pants down and forced my legs open so he could force himself in me. I kept telling him "oww it hurts . Please stop" but i guess he didn't hear me. He did that for a very long time. Then he went to jail. I grew older but I still had to go to a psychiatrist. When I turned 9, the same thing happened but with my uncle. He would buy me anything I wanted and did anything for me. One day, in April of 2011, he got me and my older sister drunk of alcohol and drugs . I was a little more sober than my sister so I can remember everything unlike her. I remember taking her to his bed because our little siblings were asleep in the other room. I laid next to her and he would constantly come in and molest me , he even made me touch him. I felt so disgusted. He even went to my sister while she was sleeping and tried to molest her. While he was raping me, while the tears slid down my face, he would tell me he was so sorry. Yeah me too. This wasn't just a one time thing . This happened every time I was at his house. Every. Single. Time. I would be scared to go get some bread or a pot from his house because i knew what would come. I started to cut my arms up every single day. Some times up to three times a day. I even put a blade up to my throat and considered commiting suicide. And this is only 40% of the bad in my life. I've been through everything. I've been homeless I've been through alot more than people know. And it still affects me to this day. Its stopped at the age of twelve and im 16 now. I have nightmares every night. The only thing that keeps me sane is my savior. My boyfriend. Hes been with me since it was happening. And he wont let me fall anymore. This is part of my life story. The one nobody knows about.


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From Victim to Victory
a memoir
How I got over the devastating effects of child abuse and moved on with my life
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