Love That Hurts

Love that hurts: Chapter 4

Hey guys, just to inform you that this may be an intense chapter to some. So read with caution! :) However you will learn a lot more about what Gabriella experianced!

Thank you,

-CreativeAysha :)

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"I-I"

"Shhhhh take it easy Gabriella" Daniel said rubbing soothing circles on my back.

I took a deep breath and begun telling my nightmare once more whilst the police officers recorded what i said on a Dictaphone.

"I was just a little girl, at the age of 7, coming home to tell my parents that i had won an award for effort in my subjects. I ran into the house and into my father's arms and told him. At first he was happy and so was my mother. My mother then went to get me a treat from the cupboard like a congratulation kind of thing. However i had taken out some sweets without them knowing a few days back so i was kind of worried however i thought my mother wouldn't mind. But i was wrong. The minute she noticed she started screaming at me that I'm greedy, worthless and a gold digger. I didn't understand since i was 7 myself. I started crying and that's when she dragged me from my father's arms and flung me on the floor. She picked up a wooden spoon and started hitting me with it. My father just stood there, saying nothing. After a while my mother stopped and sent me to bed. A few days afterwards, my father came home from work, he was angry and it was like he had been drunk. My mother was out with her friends and i was the closest thing near him. He started shouting at me and then for the first time raised his hands. He started physically hitting me and swearing and blaming all the problems on me. My mother soon walked through the door and instantly blamed me for it, without knowing anything. She then started hitting me with my dad. It was the worst night i thought i could have experienced. But i was indeed wrong. The physical abuse continued throughout the years. It was horrible and they used to threaten me that if i told anyone th-they would kill me. On my 16th birthday, i came home from school and that's when my se-sexual abuse started. My parents told me they had held a party. So they told me to get ready. Once i was ready i walked downstairs and witnessed my mother and father drinking and doing drugs. I had walked in and my father looked at me approvingly. Why i dont know because i had worn jeans and a long top with a cardigan; so there was nothing pleasing. He walked up to me and gave me a sloppy kiss. I didn't feel comfortable because i knew it wasn't a fatherly kiss, it seemed disgusting and i felt wary of him. I asked them what was happening and my mother came up to me and slapped me. She started saying happy birthday right after and then told my dad she was going upstairs to go to sleep. I was hurt, not because she slapped me but because she didn't care about my 16th, not that i expected but after hearing about them organising a party i kind of put hopes up. After she went to bed, my father sat me down on his lap. I felt uncomfortable and tried to move, but he held me down. He started to stroke my legs and arms and i felt internally sick and wanted to just move away from him. I knew what could happen if i dont move. He started talk about the mature women i had begun. That's when he started getting close to m-my urm p-private areas of my body. He started talking about the day i was born and for the time i was distracted as he re-told the memory, he started touching my privates. I jolted up from his arms and moved away. I begun asking him what he was doing but he cut me off and that's when he raped me. He did that almost every night, then every time he was stressed and then soon he started doing it in front of my mother. She didn't care, the first few times you could tell she was uneasy but then soon after she turned cold and didn't care. Soon after, my father's friend b-Billy started the abuse. It was horrible because i looked up to him as a role model but obviously he had other ideas. After Billy did what he did, it completely broke me, because he was the one who knew about the physically and sexual abuse. He would console and guide me and tell me everything happened for a reason. I had so much trust in him, i took him like another father, a father who id never had but i guess i was wrong as he led me to the biggest heartbreak ever. The first time he did it was when my parents had to go out of town for 'business' therefore leaving me with Billy. I was so excited that when Billy came to pick me up i literally screamed and jumped on him engulfing him in a tight hug. I didn't find anything wrong with or find anything wary about his behaviour at the time. However when we got to his house, everything changed. We spent the day talking and laughing and when night approached we exchanged goodbyes and i went to bed. I was asleep and i felt the bed shift. I turned around and saw Billy. I started panicking because this is what my father would do, but then i consoled myself saying Billy wasn't like that. However the next morning was a whole other story. I could never forgive or forget what he did and up until this day i hate him. After that i didn't trust no-one. I put my guards up and didn't want to associate with anyone because they all wanted one thing. However lately it's been worse. They wouldn't stop the sexual and physical abuse and it was soon piling on the pain, pressure and emotions. There would be incidents with gang rapes and all sorts of malicious things. Last night, was an example. I was lying in bed, thinking. My father walked in and he was drunk, he started to swear and curse me and things were too much. I made the biggest mistake ever by shouting back and from there it gave him the excuse to beat the hell out of me and rape me. I tried to leave but my mother had brought me back and she started to hurt me and burn cigarettes onto my forehead. Soon after she abused me, my father did both physically and sexually. This was by whipping me with and then raping me. In the morning i had awoken to sore limbs but i needed to shower and i did but i slipped and banged my head. That caused me to cut myself and weaken me even further. I didn't eat breakfast and left for school where i bumped into Daniel, and well here i am"