A Broken Beginning ✔️ finished

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My life had a very normal beginning, or so I was told by the people around me. When I think back as far as I can remember, I am six when my step father starts sleeping in my bed instead of my mothers. He said it's normal and that all daddy's do it but mine wasn't here, so he would fill his place.

Bill said, "it's not something children should talk about so keep your mouth shut."

I was always confused. I had'nt ever seen him go in to my older sister, or younger brothers room. When i asked him about this, he simply replied, "that's because it's only for bad little girls"

I can remember how uncomfortable he made me feel while being in my bed and in front of my family. My mother is a very nice when I see her, she is very sensitive and spends most of her time in her black room. Her walls are painted black, her windows are painted black and red and no one but her and Bill are allowed in. Now looking back, I can see that they were doing drugs but being only just child, I had only been concerned with missing my mommy. I would cry for my mom after Bill would touch me, but he always told me that this was right and she knew all about it. But if I tried to talk to her, she would pretend not to know and tell me how stupid I was for not trusting Bill. Bill told me it would stop when I learned all my lessons. I don't even understand why I am so bad. I don't talk to anyone like, ever . I was never disrespectful to him even though I am purely terrified by him at all times. I don't get what's wrong with me. He says this is how daddy's show their love for their daughters, that he wants me to learn to be a good girl but it didn't feel like love.