See that was my life every single day
I was an 8-year-old mom to kids that weren't mine, I was a slave, and being abused by my family in all types of ways you can think of
perfect environment for kids right? of course not!
but do you think my mother cared? when she was getting beat in front of us or watched us get beat? Her excuse was he loves us, Stephanie he loves us being the age I was I believed it, I believed love was being beaten..and abused.
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Skip 2 Years Later
"Happy Birthday Dear Stephanie and Johnny Happy Birthday To You" They sang to me and my cousin Johnny, I sat by my cake and stared at it until my cousin nudged me pulling me out of my thoughts seeing it was time to blow out the candles. I blew them out while they clapped and cheered I never got the point about why they told us 'make a wish before you blow' I have wished for the same thing for almost 6 years and yet it hasn't come true. Anyway the adults went back to doing their thing and we went back to doing ours. None of my cousins wanted to talk or play with me so i walked to find a place of my own. I didn't even notice Johnny had followed me to my grandparents garage, my place to get away from all of them .
"Hey Stephanie i got a present for you" he whispered and wrapped his arms around me from behind. I knew right then and there my surprise...and i didn't want it at all, so i pulled away "get away Johnny or ill tell" he had been doing this to me since i was 4, i know what you're thinking why didn't i just tell someone
Well i did and you know what happened? they didn't believe me at all, instead i got whooped while he watched and smirked
"Tell who ...you know they won't believe you Stephanie... I mean did they last time?" He snickered and kissed my neck it made me me feel sick and I pulled away, that made him mad "fine I'll do it to your little sister " he walked away
my heart it hurt hearing those words so I walked after him "no...don't...please not them" "then garage now."i hated him, i hated them they all made me feel
Alone...
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She Dreamed
Non-FictionA beautiful place far away sitting on the beach not one care in the world... Is what she dreams. *trigger warning*