My grandmother was murdered when my mother was five or four. I think it was six. Anyhow, her grand mother was abusive and would do terrible acts. She'd starve them and make them go to school with ugly hideous clothing and would be controlling to the point where her husband (If Jesus was black) would cry when he had to discipline them. This is coming from my mother. I was 13 at the time and gotten my smart phone. For some stupid STUPID reason, I downloaded kik and my mind went from innocent to pervert motion. I'm sorry. I had a relationship with one girl on kik and showed everyone. They didn't believecme because I was "too ugly." And "scary as duck." I was garnished by a big girl. Now, I don't care for how you look but I don't like being lied to. I deleted the app and then got a notification on my gmail from "Kipol8Y7." Didn't know who it was opened the app through my browser and it was a picture of their cock. I quickly turn off the phone before going back and looking at it. It intrigued me. It didn't make me nervous but it was so memorizing. Now I swear if you call me a faggot or gay. I could care less. Any way, I looked up chat groups for "boys". Found one that said "gay group." Didn't really know my facts. Joined and more pictures pops of cocks and butt. My hormones were raging and slowly my testerone for females were deteriating. I didn't know. Then my mother found out because I was addicted to the app and the phone itself. Mostly the app. It was like...a relief. Here's how it went down.
"Dominic." Mother calls me from the bedroom
I run downstairs.
"So a d#ck in the butt?" She said as she eyes me
I immediately knew I sent the text and was trying to figure how.
"Thats not me." I lied and said
"Give me your phone. Now." She says before I walk up to her
"Stay right here." She said as she scrolled through the text
Her face didn't change she took one look at me before punching me in my stomach. I fall to the floor. Befire she yells
"Are you gay?! Hmm? I didn't raise no faggot like your stupid ass father." She says before she throws the phone in my face.
She then grabs my head and slams it against the mirror before a piece of it is in the side of my head. Stopping she then grabs me by the shirt and pushes me down the stairs.
"Get the fuck out my house! Get thr fuck out my house!" She yells
My siblings are at and Step father is minding his own business.
I walk put before she runs and asked what am I doing. Then she punches me in my face and I fall back onto a table, knocming me out. She took my phone and television and then controlled my life for the next three years. I'm seventeen. She put me through so much stress that I contemplated suicide. I was almost successful at it until a bloody step father grabs me and tackles me to the ground. Once again CPS gets involes and she plays them off like a violin. I went to my great grandmother who was always fond of me.
She says It was a miracle from god. AlwYs said for me to pray for a better outcome(I did) and you know what. It got worse. Yeah, this old woman.
She raped me. At 11. She told me to take off my pants and underwear before touching me down there. Then she brainwashed me into thinking she was the best. Almost got custody of me. This happened twice. The second time my mother walked in on it. And she stopped it, thankfully. My mother was continuing to birng up the past and saying everything was my fault. She kept saying that until I had enough. I started to cut thej realize why stop there? Why should feel the minor pain? When I came experience all the pain they caused me? I stole some highly flammable alcohol and doused my hand in it befire lighting it and burned my hand. Second degree burn which left my hand needi g multiple skin graphs and stitches. My mother acted like she didn't know why I did this. When she suggested therapy I thought she would be done. But nope she insisted she try herself. With more insults and more stupid facts about her life. Freshman year, I run away and the cops were noce enough to let me ride in the front seat. I was "fragile" cargo. Since I had the trache. The school got in trouble for not looming for me. They had got their revenge when I said something out of anger and a joke. Winded up being in jail. On probation. Ends in August. Yayy. Court said my medical insurance will cover my therapy I need. They said I was delusional. And that I couldn't separate fantasy from reality. Also during ninth grade, I discovered Wattpad and read books. My mother took my a psychiatric facility where I stayed for months. Still had school. In the juvenile section of course. I got back A few months ago. Still adjusting.
