After a while things continued and I was used as a slave and a punching bag. He started making me get up at 4:30 am so I can go outside and feed all the animals we had. One of the dogs we had to keep in the woods with her dog house and I would always run away crying my eyes out because I was scared. My stepdad found it funny when I got scared so he started scaring me more and more. I would come home from school and there would be heads of porcelain dolls on my bed that him and his brother found in the woods. At night he would make me watch all types of horror movies with him. At the age of 8 I was emotional scarred. I was frightened to sleep in my own room and would often wake up in the middle of the night crying. On top of that I started having health issues. I would have constant stomach pains. They progressivly got worse, so my mom took me to the hospital. They did many tests on me and I ended up having to get my appendix removed. Which for some reason made my stomach pains worse. After a year they gave up on me and just told my mom that I have some type of stomach disorder and my mom stopped taking me to the hospital. After I got back my stepdad and my mom seemed to be fighting more than usual. It turns out that he cheated on her for like the third time and that's the night that they finally got divorced. It was the best day of my life.
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The Child
Non-FictionThis story is about my childhood sorry if it's a little upsetting also please ignore the mistakes thanks.