" Sir, did you do this?" The police officer asked my father.
"I know speak English . " my father said with a smirk. He speaks English very well. I looked at my dad. He is 5'7, jet black hair Tattoos everywhere. He has an eye patch over one of his dark brown eye. He lost that eye fighting someone. My mom's hazel brown eyes and beautiful long soft brown hair stands out against her pale skin. She is only 5'1.
My dad keeps threatening my mom in Vietnamese and I couldn't take it anymore.
"Sir!." I said to the officer. " My dad he hits my mom all the time and he smoke crack too. " I told the officer. I took the officer by his hand and took him to the bathroom. I stood on my tip toes and reached on the door frame and show the officer my dad's crack pipe.
"Sir, is this yours?' The officer asked my dad.
"Anna!! " my dad screamed as the police officer hand cuffed him for aggravated assault as well as having illegal narcotics. That is the last of my father.
A year later my mother started dating a Chinese guy. I will never forget that day. He took us to the park.
"Eat." Minh said. Handing me some candy. I looked at Minh. He is skinny and tall. About 6 feet tall huge brown eyes. I took the candy from him and ran. He laughed and chase after me and my brother. My mom sitting on the bench feeding Sarah. She look happy. And I'm happy. I smiled as Minh picked me and my brother up as we laugh.
That night we stayed at Minh's house. I laid on the floor next to my brother everybody sleeping soundly. I drifted to sleep when suddenly I felt someone's finger digging inside of my vaginal area. I turned and Minh's hand covered my mouthe. "Shhhh. Your going to wake your mom up. Your mom will be mad if she knows your hitting on her boyfriend. " he said in a hoarse whisper. Suddenly I felt something hard rip me n half. I laid there as he raped me. Tears streaming down my face as I cry silently.
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TerrorThis has some x rated parts so please be cautious reading this. Also this is my life story. The truth. Please read and spread my story. I want people to know. They are not alone. I have been abused n forgotten. Feel free to ask questions. My story...