The Child

Things Just Got Worse

As I said before things didn't get better likes my mom promised. They just got much much worse. Anyways back to the story.....

For the next couple of days we haven't seen my stepdad I just figured he was staying at a friend's house. When he did finally come back he acted like nothing happened and me being so young I kind of just pushed it into the back of my mind. But there was little signs that I could tell everything wasn't all right one was me waking up in the middle of the night to them screaming and yelling. So I just started crying and cried myself to sleep. The second sign was that he was hitting me more than usual, but since I was a child I automatically thought that I did something wrong. The signs suddenly got stronger when I was getting ready to go to school.

At first it was just a usual day. It started with my stepdad getting me up for school. As soon as I got up I got dressed and headed into the kitchen to get breakfast. When I finished eating it was about 7:45 am so I went into the living room to watch for the bus. The bus came at about 7:50 am. My stepdad told me to get up because the bus was coming. I told him wait a minute so I could zipper my coat that is when he picked me up by my jacket and threw me down to the floor, but instead he made me hit my face off of the coffee table. All I can remember was waking up in my bed with my mom holding a napkin to my nose to stop the bleeding. My stepdad then came in and proceeded to tell my mom that he went to help me up and I lost my balance and fell. I knew this wasn't true so once he left to go take my brother to pre school and I told my mom the truth. She told me she believed me, but I knew she wouldn't I mean who would believe a seven year old anyways?