The abuse starts

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May, 22nd, 2012
7:42PM

My step father was nice at first but he is so mean now. My brother Aaron is 8 now. I'm 10 now. My brother Michael Jr. is 3.

"Elizabeth, what the fuck is wrong with you?" Michael asks.

"Nothing." I say.

"I'm sick of your attitude and disrespectfulness. Go to your bedroom and wait for me." He said as he smacked me in the face.

I went into my bedroom and just laid on my bed a few minutes later, he came into my room.

"Take off your clothes." He said to me

"No, please." I say politely.

"Did you just tell me no?" He said angrily. He smacked me across the face.

"I'm sorry." I say crying.

"Take off your clothes, Elizabeth! NOW. If you do not listen to me I will rip them off of you myself." He says furiously.

My mom had just started buying me B cup bras, because my breasts were starting to grow. I had one on. I was shaking now because my body was full of adrenaline.

I took off my shirt. He was just staring at me, as I pulled off my shorts. I was now just down to my bra and panties. He just stood there.

"Finish, taking it off."

"Please, don't make me!" I say hysterically.

He smacked me across the face again.

"Elizabeth I will rip them off of you. Take it off I will not repeat myself." He says.

I take off my black B cup bra off. As Michael just watches me. I sit on the floor as I try to cover my breasts and take my panties off. I was now completely naked. I just stood up and covered my breasts with my arms.

"Put your arms down."

"Okay. Please don't touch me." I say putting my hands at my side.

"Lay on the bed." He ordered

I laid on my bed. I cried as he touched me. I was a scared little girl. I was terrified. His cold hands were all over my body. My mind started to go somewhere else. He started touching my breasts.

"No. Please don't touch me there." I say as tears streamed down my face.

"Don't tell me where I can't touch you." He says and slaps me hard.

Just then my mom knocks on the door

"Elizabeth, honey open the door." My mom says

Michael gives me a keep your mouth shut look.

"Hey, Sylvia! It's okay me and Elizabeth were just talking. Can you come back later?"

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