Her heart aches through life

Chapter 3

By the time I reached middle school the yelling and getting grounded turned into abuse, physically, mentally, and verbally. I was always getting hit and beaten on, my mental health went down at around the age of 10, and they would always call me degrading names like whore, slut, ect.... Though I got use to it so I was always thinking I was that. It was always hard to celebrate my birthday at that point. I was tried poorly or like nothing at all.

By the time I turned twelve year old my mother was forcing me and my brother to see my dad. So we went every weekend. It wasn't so bad being at my dad's house. At least I was acknowledged that I was a person. But again it went downhill fast though I was to dumb to see it. First it was buying me thongs and short dresses. Then it was giving me alcohol. Eventually he took me, my brother, and two of his friends to an event called comic con. I was gonna go originally in jeans and a t-shirt, he had other ideas. He forced me to wear heels that are basically stripper heels, a leather skirt that barely covered my butt, and a shirt that showed everything of my chest area. I tried taking clothes with me to cover up in but he wouldn't let me take them. I felt disgusted with myself. I was being cat called, asked to take pictures with, even asked if I was looking for a good time. That time I spent there just proved to me that I what my parents where telling me was true that I was a whore and a slut.

(⚠️ Please don't read, not for the faint of heart. Move on to chapter 4 ⚠️)

By the time we got back to my dad's place, my brother went and took a bath, leaving me and my dad alone in his bed room. At first I didn't think nothing of it watching anime on the computer like normal, till he put his hand on the back of my upper leg. I tried moving his hand away from me, but it didn't work. He then started to kiss apon my body me trying to get away. Eventually he ripped my clothes off of me, pinning me down on the bed, I tried to scream to at least get my brother's attention but he shoved my shirt in my mouth. He forced his way inside of me, I felt like I was ripping in half by the amount of pain I was in. He spent an hour or so using me how he pleased, while I was crying and trying to scream, with blood running down my legs. He finished inside me and I passed out from the pain afterwards. The next morning I grabbed the blanket wrapped it around me and somehow managed to make it into the shower where I cried more. I blamed myself for what happened. I guess I was crying so loud that I woke my brother up. He walked into the bathroom and opened the door to the shower and seen that I was a mess. He didn't ask what happened, he just got in fully clothed and washed my hair and upper body. He helped me stand so I could wash my lower half, even helped me get out of the shower and put clothes on that completely covered me.