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It's when am alone i feel it most. It's hard. To bring up your own family when you have'nt been brought up properly yourself, i try.
I thought that she loved me, how wrong was i. i wasn't brought up with a father around or any family, just her. My mum, and when i got to the age of about 5 her boyfriend. Steve. I used to ask her why people looked at me funny at school , why i had no friends, why people wouldn't talk to me. She used to come up with all these excuses.
LIES! she knew why.
My children have asked me about my childhood, but what do i say to them? I mean i can't lie to them because i was lied to all my childhood and it's wrong! But i can't tell them the truth, then what would they think of me? I always think about what would of happened if i hadn't gone to that class, that P.S.H.C.E lesson when i found out what she was doing was wrong! Would i even be here? I also wonder where Steve is, i hope his in prison! Disgusting man.
Even though it was me that's childhood was taken away from and my body that was used, it's her. It's her that i feel sorry for, not me. She had her life taken away from her, her responsibility's taken away from her, and her chance of being a parent taken away from her. All because of him!
I never used to sleep at night......too scared that i wouldn't wake up again in the morning. I don't think even if i wanted to that i could of, the pain, excruciating, unimaginable, deadly. Every part of my body pained me. Covered in black, blue, purple bruises. So battered that i don't think it qualified as a human body.
How could she do that to me? I could never do that to my children, i was her only child. Or at least I thought. She needed to protect and cherish me not do the opposite. I've not seen her for 20 years and yet the cycle is still inserted into my head like a scar, never to be removed.
I was abused, and i'll never get over that.
Would just like to point out that this is just a taster of the first paragraph for the current book i am writing, hope you enjoyed please give feedback, vote, fan, rate, and recommend. Hope you like it and come back to read more! P.S i wouldn't be surprised if they are a lot of mistakes! xx
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ABUSE is for life
Teen FictionThis short teen story is the story of a mother who has had an unusual background to her life. She goes on to explain her heart felt secrets that's never been told to anyone but you. A life threatening complication hits her adult life, but what is it...
