lost and found

Where it all began

"No dad no tonight please, not tonight," I cried out.

" Oh just shut up child," my father said as he slapped me for speaking back to him.

I jolted back and grabbed my cheek as a tear slowly slid out my eye and down my face. My dad then yanked me by arm and told me to get undressed and lay down in bed, I did as I was told for the fear of getting hit again. As I got undressed my dad dug through the closet looking for the ropes, once he found them he came over and repeated what he has done to me for the past 3 years he tied the rope around my wrist and tied me to the bed then did the same with my feet. Next he grabbed his handkerchief out of his pocket and tied it around my mouth. It tasted like old sweat. He then leaned down and started sucking on my neck slowly moving down coming closer and closer to my chest tell he finally hit my breast he sucked around them slowly moving towards my nipple next I knew he was latched on sucking hard at my nipples. I shut my eyes trying to block out everything that was happened when I felt another blow to my face.

"Open your eyes child watch me, watch me do all this to you," he screamed in my face.

He then stepped off me and removed all his clothes, when he was done he came back over to me spread my legs apart and shoved into me. I clenched my fist from the pain I didn't want to experience the pain of not being ready to loose my virginity, the pain that my own dad could do this to me, and the pain that my mother knew about but didn't care doesn't do anything about it. After a couple more hard and deep thrust in and out of me he had got the pleaser he wanted and pulled out, and untied me.

" Now get dressed child and go to sleep, ... oh and clean your room the social worker will be coming tomorrow," He said as if nothing had just happened. 

***** NEXT DAY*****

"Child wake up," My father screamed at me while banging on the door, " And hurry up,."

I quickly got up, got dressed and went out into the living room where my mother and father sat every time we had my social worker coming over, the only time they ever could stand to be in the same room as each other.  

" Don't forget while she is here your name is Sam," My mother said.

"Oh and don't forget that when she pulls you out to talk to you personally remember to tell her you love it here and that we go do stuff all the time," My father added on.

 I opened my mouth to say something when we heard a knock on the door. We all looked towards the door nervously.  My mother and father were to nervous to go open the door so I had to like always. She came in and went through the normal procedure she looked around the house making sure it was safe for me to live in, tested my parents for drugs, talked to us and everything went as normal.

"Sam can we go talk now just me and you," My social worker questions.

" Ya that is fine," I say as cheery as I can.

We walked out to her car like normal and got inside, she asked me the normal question " do you like it here?" " do you have friends?" " Do your parents treat you good?". Normally I could pull this one off but today I was having trouble so I looked out the window and said very quietly "I guess."

"Sam,  do your parents treat you good," she asked again. 

I felt the tears start to drip down my face. "Sam," she question? I looked at her and in that moment decided to tell the truth "No," I said carefully.

"What do you mean no Sam," she asked?

I kept eye contact with her and just let it all out " I mean no they don't treat me well my father sexually abuses me every night for the past 3 years my mother she knows about and just lets it happen she neglects me and they are both alcoholics, if I don't do what they want they hit me ... for goodness sake I don't even have a name they just call me child and when a social worker is around my name is Sam."

"Sam stay in the car I am going to go get your clothes and tell them what is going on then both me and you are leaving," my social worker says.

"What no you cant do that they will kill me," I scream at her.

'look I cant leave you here and they cant touch you now, you are safe," she says grabbing my hand trying to reassure me.

I watched her step out of the car and walk up to the house, everything was silent for a minute tell I herd them screaming and I knew at that moment my life was going to be worse than hell. After a couple minutes my social worker walked out with a bag of clothes and my favorite teddy bear ... how she knew I have no clue but I am thankful either way.