I can hear him coming, sneaking into my room like he does every night. He tells me there’s nothing wrong with this, but all I know is it doesn’t feel right.
I just had my 6th birthday party, filled with family and friends. This is when I feel the safest, but I know tonight will happen again.
I get so nervous that I bite my nails way too short, I wish this would all stop, I wish it could be like it was before.
I try to tell my mother, but I guess I told her after she had too many beers. Cause this man was never confronted, and my parents still let him come here.
His smell is what I find most repulsive, that always makes my stomach turn. He tells me that I don’t touch him right, that there’s so much I need to learn.
I fear that he will do to me what I’ve seen my parents do many tines before, They do this an awful lot, and they never shut their door.
My mom brought a man home one night, and said that this is who my new dad will be. I really don’t want to call him daddy, but I don’t want my mother to be mad at me.
I’m not sure what happened to my last two daddies, I never saw them again. This Daddy brought this monster in our house, that’s where my nightmare began.
My mom drins so many beers, she eventually falls into a deep sleep. This is when he sneaks into my room, and tells me not to make a peep.
The tears roll down my face silently, while he does what he does every night, Sometimes I bleed a little, but he tells me that I’ll be all right.
I’m only 6 years old, I don’t know the difference between right and wrong. I’ll be 11 by the time this stops, who would have known it would go on so long?
This is when my mom announced to us that we were moving out of state. The damage is already done, though, this happened way too late.
This is when I got the nerve to tell them what’s been going on for so long. They said I probably took it the wrong way, and what he did wasn’t wrong.
I always pictured my mom finding out, and feeling terrible for me, Now I see that I was kidding myself, and that’s not how it would be.
My parents bought him a plane ticket to visit, I cried when I found out. I never thought this would happen, I thought they knew what he was about.
I remember the day he arrived, glancing at me with that familiar look. The memories come flooding in, I thought of all the things he took.
I start to panic, I can’t deal with this anymore. I want my parents to help me, I want to run out the door.
He sat in the backseat with me, I really can’t stand his smell, It’s something that makes me physically ill, the smell I know all too well.
This all caused me to act out, running away when I was just twelve years old. I had no idea how to take care of myself, and now I’m stuck in the cold.
My biggest fear is that he will do to my sister, what he has done to me, I saw him eyeing my sister and the poor little thing is only three.
She will be an easy target for him, he can stop her from making a sound. I know he will do whatever he wants, as soon as no one is around.
How does mom leave him with her, knowing everything that he has done? When it comes to compassion and love, it seems that she has none.
Finally he went back to Florida, and I decided to go back home. I was so scared and traumatized, I couldn’t stand being alone.
Mom did finally give up drinking, and actually said that she believed me, The damage is done so badly, but it’s something she refuses to see.
I went on to have a rough life, never letting anyone get close. My sister said he never touched her, and that’s what matters to me the most.
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Your writing is very powerful and full of emotion, especially the part about the damage being done. Help in the future doesn’t change what people let slid up until that point. It will still hurt. I hate that something as messed up as this could happen to anyone; no child deserves this treatment.