tiptoeing back from the bathroom i willed the creeky floor boards to stay silent.id almost made it to my room ,when i felt a firm grip on my wrist......dad.he tugged me into his bedroom.
"im going to teach you how to be a good wife"he hissed.his stale breath made me heave. then he threw me onto the bed, hitched up my nightie and raped me...
i was just a girl-only 12.but this had been my life for the past seven years.i used to be a bubbly, happy little thing.love mucking about with my brothers and sisters on the farm where we lived.I was the eldest, and a real daddys girl. but when i waas 5 those words took on a completely different meaning...
one afternoon, dad pulled me onto the bed, rubbed himself against me. "this is our secret".he told me. "if you tell youll split the family up".so i didnt tell a soul as the abuse got worse.
and now aged 12, he'd raped me for the first time.the pain was so bad, i thought id split into two. i bit my lip to keep from screaming.
"dont you dare tell anyone" dad spat after.
the threat rang in my ears.from then on, dad would rape me whenever he could.by the time i was 14 my parents divorced.mum got custody of the youngest kids, but dad kept me.
i thought life couldnt get -until it did, at 15 i fell pregnant with dad's baby..........
thanks guys ill update if i get a comment all i need is one comment just one to carry on
thanks btw its nadine
