My Story

Truth

My life became on December 25th, thirty years ago. Recently I discovered that I was adopted, because my mother tried to abort me.

She threw me away, like I was trash, left to die in the dumpster behind the clinic. I found this out, long after my parents passed away.

Growing up, wasn't ideal after my adoptive father passed away, mom remarried. He seemed nice enough, then my life was turned upside down. At first it was touching, of the sexual kind... then it quickly escalated.

I still remember when he took my clothing off, then preceded to rape me... I was 12, I think.

He told me not to tell, that no one would believe me... and if I did tell he'd kill me. So I kept quiet.

At time went on, the rapes became more and more violent and more frequent... I would cry out in pain, but he wouldn't stop. He would just punch me, and continue.

At the time of the abuse, I didn't know I was adopted, they hid it from me like it was some game they loved to play.  I know I was different from them, I looked different than they looked, if I asked they'd laugh and say I was stupid for asking.

By the time I was fourteen, the rapes where as often as five a day... for quite a few hours.  I was his hoe to do with, how he pleased.

I felt disgusting... I wanted to die.  I tried committing suicide, self harm... anorexia.  Anything to feel something again to get rid of the numbness and emptiness I felt.  It didn't work.

By the time I was 18, I managed to run away.  Things where starting to look up.  Then suddenly things took an ill turn.

I met someone, at first he seemed nice.  But after I foolishly agreed to move in with him.  He started becoming abusive.  He would abuse me however he felt fit.

Verbal, sexual, emotional, physical... and extra.

My life was a living hell...

My rescue came when I found out I was pregnant with his child.  I didn't want him to find out or he'll kill me.

One day, he found out... when I refused to abort "it", he clamped his hand around my throat, and lifted my body up, his hand like a steal trap.  He slammed my body into the wall before throwing me down two flights of stairs. 

When I hit the bottom step, he walked down to me, when after grabbing my hair, he said coldly "this should teach you stupid bitch to not defy me" then after slamming my head into the step, he preceded to kick, punch, step on and mock me... with every punch he'd laugh and call me ugly names.

I eventually blacked out and woke up in the hospital.  Cops where there.  Collapsed lung, ruptured internal organs, broken ribs... just to name a few.  Because of the extent of my injuries they weren't believing that I just tripped and fell down the stairs, so they arrested him.